Jan 10, 2024
The Mesa Wind Blows Soft
The Mesa wind blows soft tonight, The western stars bend low, Self-shadowed in the firelight Old dreams, old visions go.
The mesa wind's a soft caress, Cool fingers in my hair; Soft whispers out of lonliness That breath a lonely prayer...
O mesa wind go far to her With kisses carried high, And tell her mountain grasses stir And 'wait her passing by;
Go tell her that the mesa trail Lies yellow in the sun, And clouds, like dreams, ride white and frail— Lost longings, one by one. by Arthur Owen Peterson
