Desert Ruins
Wind whispers bring the
   fragrance of wild sage.

Sacred memories evolve
   where a padre once rode his white mule.

The church bells remain silent
   as the wind whispers...

By kissing the fragrance of
   red cactus flowers blooming in the evening tide.

Moonbeams lay a gentle caress
   on this ancient clay.

Now, nothing is left
   but the wind and the wild sage.