Dust & Desire

Dust kicks up as the sun dips low,

Gritty strings and wind that blow.

Outlaw walkin’ tall, no doubt,

A shadow in the twilight, strike out.

Leather spurs and a restless mind,

Riding roads that none could find.

Every step’s a whispered dare,

Crooked smile, half a glare.

The feed store gals? They know his name,

Eyes that flicker, wild flame.

But he’s got a secret, silent and deep,

A heartbeat he’s too proud to keep.

He’s carrying trouble, like a badge of shame,

Rough and mysterious, wild and untamed.

Yet beneath the grit, there’s a quiet tune,

A whisper of love in the desert moon.

He’s an outlaw swagger, a shadow free,

Riding through the wind, wild and carefree.

Boots heavy, spirits thorny,

The troublemaker’s song, rugged and lonely.

But here she stands, like a calm in his storm,

The only one who can transform.

Harmonica howls, a mournful cry,

Desert winds that whisper why.

A whip-crack echoes, sharp and clear,

Yet his step slows when she’s near.

Old lady at the racetrack swears,

He’s a trouble worth her cares.

Still he rides, a restless soul,

But deep inside, he’s got a goal.

Dust settles as he rides away,

Caught between the night and day.

A rugged man with a tender heart,

Ready to tear the world apart.

And maybe, just maybe, she’s the key,

To unlock what he’s too wild to see.