Mojave Dreams Poem by Holly Gardner

All of the sweet Mojave dreams.
And the sun beats down on
The beautiful baked ground,
On my wishes and memories and the hot sand.

It sleeps at night and dreams of simple things.
And it is awakened in the morning by the fiery ball that lights
The smooth rocks, water an ancient memory.
They furnish the night and the great uncluttered darkness

Inviting travelers and heroes to awaken
And journey to the heart of the desert.
Campers stop for the night
Sleeping with the ghosts of the west.