Thoughts of a Foolish Dreamer

I miss the night sky, burning clear with stars and
the way the midday sunlight, dancing with dust,
kisses the desert shadows.
I miss the way mountain sunsets immerse the world in a blanket of golden awe.
The only trees grow beside the river, which quenches
the parched ground of the sage covered hills.
An osprey climbs the sky on fearless wings,
his fiery eyes scouring the earth below.
The land sing out a challenge, it tantalizes the adventurer.