Desert
Moons
For whom
does this moon rise?
Who stands
to share the nighted skies,
as evening
falls and morning dies?
Whose
eyes will search the velvet night
to find
each drop of golden light?
Which
heart will sing enchanted tunes
whose
words are wrought of mystic runes
and woven
into Desert Moons?
For whom
does this moon shine?
Who stands
beneath that ancient sine
and boldly
claim this time is mine?
Whose
hand will touch the velvet night
and tease
the ripples of moon light?
Whose
fingers trace the muted runes
Pressed
deep into the silent dunes
reach
out and touch the Desert Moons?
Steven
L Nielsen
23 April
1998
Spanish
Desert Moons
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