Desert Sunset
by LateNiteFantasy©
Whoa, wobbly clouds in flames,
fit end to such as these days.
As I nurse a scorpion's sting
I feel the temperature drop quick
as old paint fades away into dreams
that only horses will dream.
Shuddering though fingers of clouds
I watch the stars spin away.
The tall saguaros stand in silhouette
in gross pirouettes
of surrender
How can I close my eye to this,
how can I put the cap back on?
To-morrow I will number the dead
that light that falls on rock
rose alone on the mountain
in air that would shrink the words
of who is without you
what of the peace of heaven
is longing enough to sustain
these eyes that see through tears
behold a wavering sun
that which glints on steel
of another dawning
beheld by failing hands
of who is without you