There must be an easier way toThere must be an easier way to live
Too find some peace within this life
Some great stone of wisdom buried under the roots of some great tree.
Some white bearded sage sitting in a mossy glen,
Some dark and dangerous whisper in a dark room.
But I always seem to end up in the desert,
Making gentle love with the sand
Or joking with the prairie dogs as they pop from mound to mound
Or tracing my fingers across the rosebud nipples of cactus flowers.
And finding only loneliness on the wind….
Copywirte 5/5/2013 thom massaro