I Rode the Wind With You

Walking in the Desert
in the middle of the night
Strange, hot, mysterious
The winds moaned and pounded and blew
     whistling through the night
There were a million stars, a million--
     and a cool moon crescent
           looking down from away in a corner of the sky.

We walked, you and I,
Walked across the desert floor
walked on sand and rock
walked by tumbleweeds,
walked by scrub brush, by cactus
Desert things
on a Desert floor
on a Desert night.

We walked
and we made hot, desperate love
Standing there in the middle of the desert
alone
in the middle of the night

That night,
     I rode the wind with you.

(Written in 1994)