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..