Sunday, March 29, 2015

Ghost Ranch

Ghost Ranch
3:55 am
March 28, 2015

Watching the stars
Loose their veils
Of day and
Nestle into the
Of the night.

From the glowing
Mountains dark,
Long eared deer
Patrol the realm
And venture near.

Spotted. Alone.
 In my sky blue chair
They stare at me,
And I at them.
The laughter of delight
Rumbles up my throat.
They disappear.

They’ll come again
I know.
As lighting day
The sun will rise.

They’ll look to me
And wonder.
As darkness settles slowly down.
When will we meet again?