Prairie Eyes

When the sun is setting slowly    
In the dusk across the land,
And the stars have risen out of slumber
From beneath the roaring sand

Come the things that dance into the night,
And twirl against the moon.
And the Prairie eyed man will rise
And come for you soon

The clouds barrel on before you
And they're lost behind the hills,
While the Prairie eyed man awaits
His midnight thrills

He took hands with the swirling haze
And tip toed through the darkness,
And he smiled wider than ever before
Bearing all to whom would witness       

His time was swept away
In the raging winds which came,
And the music carried out to sea
And was never felt the same.
Tanner F. Riche