She Walks the Desert
At night she walks the desert
And her eyes see the living days
She sees the streams teem with life
She sees the souls enjoy their ways
She gazes on children playing in water
While the parents bask on the warm sands
Deer walk by, no longer afraid
Birds feed from the little one's hands
There are only smiles and laughter
The flowers' fragrances never die
Streams gently run and softly sing
The land lives happily in her eyes
Songs abound that no man knows
From tongues no longer strange
Ageless faces centuries old
Embrace each heartily once again
With a whim the wind passes, soft and cool
The moon can be seen in her eye
And while she dances the painted bosques
An eagle watches from the sky
And how she dances wild and free
She moves with the spirit of her native land
She calls out names that were never written
She smiles and holds her childrens' hands
She still hears drumbeats echo the heavens
And the ground vibrate from buffalo herds
She is at peace in a primitive land
She begins to sing forgotten words
Now daybreak begins to appear
And into the sunrise she slowly fades
She rests in the sky during the mortal's day
To anxiously await the sunset's blaze
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