A profusion of great heat
  Rose up and oppressed my mind.
So few were signs of retreat
  It stifled an alarm seldom heard.

Philosophy says the mind
  And body are two different entities
And it’s not meant with scorn
  But Invincibility disagrees.

The Arizona Queen of the Night –
She is a most mysterious flower –
The one seen dancing in the moonlight.
The Arizona Queen of the Night –
In a pale gown, appears near June’s height.
Have you been lucky enough to see her –
The Arizona Queen of the Night?
She is a most mysterious flower.

I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders

I see the green of the desert
That overcomes the brown –
Clinging to ground and water –

And with gentle affection –
It might reveal some color
Like a yellow persuasion.

I feel the fermenting sun
Calling out the vultures
That fly with a heart of one.

I sense the black jaguar’s stare –
Eyes that have a thirst for blood
And those teeth – a gnashing lair.

Glowing by the moonlight pallor
  Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground - pair by pair -
  Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who's lost their way.

Their banter touches my heartbeat;
  My stunted breath rolls out - and I -
I'm glad for their roving company
  Near my small chasm where I hide -
But not lost - just gone astray.