You, sublimated

The quite mesquite and the whistling sage

in the near desert wastes;

take me back to a long forgotten land

and to long letters of love written in the sand.

Legends now lay in the grass,

witness to the times that did pass;

Of rockn'roll dreams and highways zipping past

...of fleeting moments of glory that did not last.

Sole survivor and hunter hoary and cold

among modern laws of concrete jungles;

still hunting and searching

for that hidden gold.

Amidst strange twists of fate

that around every bend lie in wait;

the thought of meeting you still

keeps me from gettin' old.