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Photograph at Dusk

I walk in the desert,
The sand swirls around my ankles.
The dusty air and blazing heat
Don't assist me as I wander,
I drag my life behind me on a rope,
I wonder to where next I'll go.
Then, rising up in the dunes.
You and your crew.

I hate to say it, because it really sounds cliché,
But it was love at first sight,
That smile was above all other smiles,
It could blot out our sun,
Wish I could have a son
And he'd look like you,
He'd look like me and you.

In this desert night,
My desert knight,
I'm thinking about the five moons,
And how you carved into one or maybe two,
I can't recall that well. And you,
You hate that memory because
You think it's all about the damage you could do,
But all I see is grace,
Thank you, Lord,
For bringing him to me.

You continue to forgive,
And you wander this planet as a man,
The priest carries a cross,
And the reporter has a rosary
Hidden in the curve of her neck.
I remember the church,
The smell of incense,
The Latin chants and the crying organ,
And most importantly of all,
I remember you.

When all this is over,
When I'm gone, and your friends are gone,
And even when you're gone,
I hope we find each other again.
I hope it's not the end.
There were a lot of times I thought it was the end,
I'm glad I didn't die, glad I'm still alive,
Glad I met you.

I'd trade a thousand lives just to touch your hand,
But I know deep down, you wouldn't need a thing,
You're too kind for that,
You'd say that just me is enough.
And I'd smile, and I'd reply,
Nobody's ever made me feel that way before.
Then I'd quietly hope you'd say something
Real stupid like
Well then, I'll make you feel like that every day.

But I don't wait for any response because
I know you'll disappear,
Wisping away like the incense in the church,
And the priest carrying the cross will
Disappear into the horizon,
And the reporter with the rosary
Will give her farewells,
Driving to the next town,
And I am left in the dunes.
Touched by the sun, the moon, and the stars.

I walk in the desert,
The sand swirls around my ankles.
The fresh air and warm heat
Curl around me as I walk.
I take my life up in my arms,
I wonder to where next I'll go.
Then, rising up in the dunes.
It's a mirror reflecting me and you.