Desert Dancer

Desert Dancer


Amidst the russet rolling rocks and dunes
where desert blooms appear so nakedly
There, in the quiet morning sun
You’ll find me

Where winds of wild woman’s breath
caress the raging rivers
that tear the canyons deep and full
There, in the roaring, you’ll feel me

Listen as I whisper in muted moonlight …
Is it safety you’re searching?
 Come hither, to my hearth

Perhaps abundance is your theme?
Let me pour the milk of kindness in your cup.
Ah, truth you seek?
Observe my honest form.

But there, what’s that?
The quest for love?

Well then my dear,
Step softly into the light
Drink deeply of my soul

Come dance with me
In the desert dunes
At last, at last.


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