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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