Where Salt-Brush Whispers

"The tall saguaros guard the cooling sand,
Where salt-bush whispers through the desert air.
He rests his head upon this hollow land,
With only ghosts to meet his vacant stare.

The dreams he chased have vanished like the rain,
That falls on dust and never leaves a trace;
Each golden hope has turned to grit and pain,
Reflecting nothing in his weathered face.

The tunnel’s end has lost its distant glow,
The guiding light has flickered and gone dark.
No lover waits where desert lilies grow,
No home-fire waits to light his lonely arc.

The path is dead, no reason left to ride,
As hopeless silence swallows him inside.

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