High Desert Moon

It's of sweat lodge visions and Shaman's dreams

Old tumble-down adobe dwellings

That seem to glow… 

In the night…by the light 

Of the desert moon

And the glitter in the eyes

Of the creatures of the night

Shine bright in the light

Of the desert moon

Wind through the sage

Whispers stories of the age

Of the Apache, Shoshone,

of the Lakota Sioux

Of ashes spread

Of the ancient dead

By the light

Of the high desert moon

 

 if one sharpens the ear

One might still just hear

From a far distant flute…

A haunted, enchanting tune

Bourne upon the breeze

Through the Cottonwood trees

In the bright light 

…Of the high desert moon…

Author's Note

It' best understood if you've spent time in the desert at night