I could hear the lone coyote howl
The desert winds whistle their sweet somber song
The sunlight provides a comforting warmth
The skies are a beautiful blue
and expand as far as the eye can see
Rattlers ramble on with their solitary lives
and many homesick men miss their wives
they long to be held by their angles once more
yet loneliness makes the heart grow fonder
and the memories become evermore stronger
The nights are quiet as can be
Stars shimmer and shine in perfect harmony
and will be displayed out like a painted masterpiece
I sit bathing in the moonlight content and happy
There is beauty in this barren landscape
The Mojave can always be a fickle mistress
life and death are juggling hand in hand in her never-ending circus
but a part of her spirt slowly creeps into your soul
and you will always be left wanting to return
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
I could hear the lone coyote howl
The desert winds whistle their sweet somber song
The sunlight provides a comforting warmth
The skies are a beautiful blue
and expand as far as the eye can see
Rattlers ramble on with their solitary lives
and many homesick men miss their wives
they long to be held by their angles once more
yet loneliness makes the heart grow fonder
and the memories become evermore stronger
The nights are quiet as can be
Stars shimmer and shine in perfect harmony
and will be displayed out like a painted masterpiece
I sit bathing in the moonlight content and happy
There is beauty in this barren landscape
The Mojave can always be a fickle mistress
life and death are juggling hand in hand in her never-ending circus
but a part of her spirt slowly creeps into your soul
and you will always be left wanting to return