by bentfeather
Cold desert nights with shooting stars
a crescent moon hung in space
depict a picture of night magic
Night magic the times I remember you
the mountains, that warm sunny day
all play before my eyes, on cold desert nights
shiver in with delight as those memories unfurl
as though they happened yesterday.
Time marches on, but the jewel of my heart and soul
shine as the shooting stars in a cold sky
and I remember the warmth of you
the look of love in your eyes.
The sound of love in your voice
the gentle farewell, until we meet again
are etched in my mind like acid on glass
and those stars in the night skies are the
mirror to my heart.