DREAMS OF A JOSHUA TREE
Have you even seen a Joshua tree?
I mean, have you ever REALLY seen a Joshua tree,
and wondered the reason for their melancholy?
I like to believe that they have been petrified in place by the mighty desert SUN
locked in place in deep interpretive dance
Is there is ever a time when they are released
from their static incantation?
And perhaps, under the veil of the night
while you and I SLEEP
They dance across the desert dunes
Illuminated by
the stars
and the moon
And they move and sway
in the contour of the cold dry desert wind
They rejoice and converse
fall in love with the world
they make love
and they eat
and they ache
Surely some
well on their way
to a chic
Avant-garde
New York City
Modern Dance Studio
to fulfill their dreams
of notoriety and fame
live the life of the socialite
as they make their mark on the world
of fashion and arts
so no one will will fail
to remember their name
Sadly, this are all but the dreams of the Joshua tree
for as the stars and the moon crawl through the sky
they will laugh some will cry
for they know that this night will come to an end
when the SUN
with its cruel, cruel dawn
comes around
peeks its hairs
from the distance above
Through the hills
And the mountain tops
Then they stage themselves
to accept their motionless faith
and the void that’s to come
they lament the things they will lose
and the things that they’ve never known
they discuss and obsess how it wasn’t enough,
it just wasn’t enough
they approve and condemn the choices they've made
with a shrill though their core
they can sense
the warmth of the sun with the morning approach
they take comfort in thought
a single delicate hope
that in a night like tonight
they will once again
be free from their bonds
will they remember the pain?
Will they dream while they sleep?
Or, do they lay there awake immobile and shocked?
will they remember the joy and the pain that night has brought?
will they remember the ones they hate?
will they remember the ones they loved?
Only the Joshua tree knows.
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