The punctuality of the morning sun conflicts with my romantic procrastination.

Fingers of intruding lights ruining my sweet imagination.

 Hours spent  overlooking the Mesa, El Paso in all her lights.

You held warm in my arms, promises throughout the night.

 I leave your Mesa, review mirror not my friend.

Miles to drive, think time , smile, a night that will never end.

 The desert sky, colors of all , spilled from the Masters paint,

reveal to this dreamers eyes,  a vision of you, a smile…

to see you once again.