A slave to the desert......


Her face turned away from my
light ....... this lost blue moon
And yet Maybe she gave
up hope far far too soon

All across the desert in darkness
purple sage back lit in blue glow
Keep your road maps too.....the desert moons
the only way I know

Broken ridges and lost echoes turn up
in strange places
Coyote's cactus and dust devils
and these sandstone faces

Its not so easy to love solitude
as much as she loves me
When she keeps you imprisoned ..... lost
never wanting to be free

Standing beside the north rim just
one mis-step will set me free
Me and my desert moonlight
wherever she should be

Take my hand my pale moon love
trust me like I've trusted you........
No ...you can't give in can you ......
are you not the one I knew?

Once ...visiting the grand canyon I picked up a book ....I think its called "Death in the Canyon"......it's all about the recorded deaths and suicides in the canyon and since reading that I have often wondered what goes through the mind, the heart and soul of lost beings who go there to end it all.........This is for those lost souls..

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teaches12345 4 years ago

I did not know that this would be a place suicidal people would consider as an end. The beauty of the canyons does bring a sort of peace to the soul, perhaps this is what they seek. You brought this out in your poem well. My thoughts and hopes are that people would see the beauty of life and choose to live it out.

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Cardisa 4 years ago from Jamaica

This is so beautiful. A wonderful dedication to those lost souls.

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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Beautiful poem... beautiful words of support!

elegant.. completely elegant... thanks for the share!

all my respect to the lost souls... and to this ode!

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ImKarn23 4 years ago

You never cease to amaze - your 'range' is wide and deep! Your mastery of words has me 'enslaved'. Deep, dark, and beautiful!

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VioletSun 4 years ago from Oregon/ Name: Marie

This is a beautiful poem, captures the sadness of those who lose hope when life's darkness becomes too much. It's crushing to the spirit. I think if we give up on hope, then that can break someone's mind. I know this because I experienced a tremendous challenge last week, and hope is one of the things that brought me out of despair. Hope that some good will come out of my challenge. I am at peace now, but very aware of life's unpredictable nature, and the importance of being attuned to one's spirit and nature.

I had published a hub about my experience but unpublished it. Have an entry in my WordPress blog which is where I write at mostly these days. http://dancewithtruth.wordpress.com/2012/04/04/the...

Voted up and beautiful!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. The words are haunting and yes, even I have heard of things like this. Sort of just walking off out into the desert. Gives me the shivers. In this part of the world people have been known to walk off away in the Russian wilderness. Somewhere there beyond the Urals in Siberia.

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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

so deep ahorseback...i was really wondering where did you get this inner depth for the human soul...are you a sage?

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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

I love it, so thoughtful. It always fascinated me how desert, especially at night, awakes the wide range of feelings and emotions from deep inside...

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