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(Inspired by John Greenleaf Whittier 1807-1892)



Night came on, and from the dune,

sand piled high, came the moon.

The light above, from the nearest star

struggled to shine from very far.

I watched the light, dim and fade

as it quietly sunk into the shade

Behind the moon so brightly lit,

it twinkled and danced, finally quit.



With glowing coals, the fire banked,

into the wash I slowly sank.

I let my eyes stare into space,

in this desolate and brooding place

Broken thoughts awakened with a scowl,

as in the distance a beast did howl.

A mournful cry, a sad lament

to the moon, a song was sent



I watched the cactus grow in silhouette

as thoughts of lives that haven't yet,

come to pass or yet seen birth;

A smile appeared from my mirth

And why should this not sit well with me?

I say unto the specter of a Joshua tree.

Such is the dreamer, as I am,

always a hope, a desire without a plan.



So long I thought, that I did spy

No coal at all, the fire has died

The moon now hangs high above

So lost was I, so lost in love.

And in the distance the beast still howls

And slivers of silver have caused a caul,

A cover of moonlight alights my face

As I dream in this desolate, brooding place.