One fine, clear beautiful evening, while sitting in the west texas desert waiting for dark, paul composed this poem about his impressions of the coming of night and the thrill of being out in the middle of nowhere. we hope you enjoy it. close your eyes and breathe the desert air.
breezes rustle in the trees around me,
a fragrant smell of grasses in the air.
watch the sun complete itís daily journey,
reflect upon the reasons that Iím there.
there to watch the coming of the evening,
watch the birds assemble for the night.
there because a hundred thousand jewels
sparkle with the going of the light.
like to watch the wave of darkness coming,
purple shutter closing out the light.
as it comes, another window opens,
window on the magic of the night.
is so much to see, so many wonders,
one lifetime isnít long enough to see
smallest part of all the wonders out there,
understand just how it came to be.
now I know the purpose for my being
to share with others things which I can see.
must be sure that people coming after
Can watch the sky when I have ceased to be.
© 2000 - Paul Downing