i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
The beauty of the scorching hot desert plains,
Is evident in turquoise skies and blooming cacti,
And at first unlikely glimpse, the memory remains,
Long after cherry red sun has left the evening sky.
Blooms of pink, red, orange and every other hue,
Provide lush charm on the sweltering desert sand,
And the occasional traveler receives a fervid view,
A sight that commands one to pause where they stand!
Sands of plum evening
Cactus blooms love cool twilight
Windswept, pearly dunes
Hot orange days are so long
evoking the starlit throng
Solitude songbirds
in fiery sunset colors
croon songs to lovers
Magnificent moon so huge
......
The land of desert, the land of brown
In miles and miles of sand, everything drown
The azure sky, clear without clouds, all the time
for the parched soul, its hope and pine
tales are woven in the sand
are timeless fables of this land
the blowing winds shift the dune
in a harsh desert, no one is immune
it is a world away from the world
its lovely tranquility is better than gold
......
Sands of plum evening
Cactus blooms love cool twilight
Windswept, pearly dunes
Hot orange days are so long
evoking the starlit throng
Solitude songbirds
in fiery sunset colors
croon songs to lovers
Magnificent moon so huge
......
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
The land of desert, the land of brown
In miles and miles of sand, everything drown
The azure sky, clear without clouds, all the time
for the parched soul, its hope and pine
tales are woven in the sand
are timeless fables of this land
the blowing winds shift the dune
in a harsh desert, no one is immune
it is a world away from the world
its lovely tranquility is better than gold
......
The beauty of the scorching hot desert plains,
Is evident in turquoise skies and blooming cacti,
And at first unlikely glimpse, the memory remains,
Long after cherry red sun has left the evening sky.
Blooms of pink, red, orange and every other hue,
Provide lush charm on the sweltering desert sand,
And the occasional traveler receives a fervid view,
A sight that commands one to pause where they stand!