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Cold moonlight casts stark shadows
Crystal sand breaks in tinkling Splinters beneath my feet Behind junipers giant joshua trees lurk Harboring spirits of ancient warriors Fierce in the night the yowl of a coyote The soul of a warrior crying Denizens of the night skitter From black shadow to black shadow Leaving prints to be discovered In the morning sun. As I wander through the night In slippered feet The bright moon full shines down On this alien landscape Moonbeams drop glittering around me I look into her full face To find secrets hidden. I lie on the sand With my head on a rock And stare at her bright glory 'Til sleep takes me And I dream I fly to her On angel wings.
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