An Dream of Spanish Guitars .....
The fresh cool desert air circles
my mind and leaves me spellbound
I sit watching the full moon rise above the
the canyon rim without a sound
And I wonder about the
constant yearnings of some hearts
What is it that causes this......
how or when does it end or start
Time slows way down in the desert night
for me as I enter another world
Of spanish guitars......desert moons .....
dancers as they twirl
While the lone cowboy sits his back
against his saddle at a lone campfire
He will never join in the dancing though
he sits alone within his desires
He says just barely aloud " The nightimes is
always the worse"
"Damn this fenceline .....damn this life...
being a cowboys got to be a curse"
My mind returns to the silence of
the moon and the revolving night
But in the morning I'll move on like the
cowboy.....to seek another desert sight
The spanish guitars slowly go silent .......and the visions
of a dancer fades away
And in the desert tonite ..... a moon and stars
circle around seeking a new day