My True Love's Call Poem by Juan Olivarez

She calls to me, across the miles,
From oh so far away.
Just like a woman, with her wiles,
I hear her everyday.

I feel her presence in my soul,
Tugging at my inner core.
Never timid, always bold,
And I miss her more, and more.

Her name Mojave, and I know,
To her I must return.
And now I find I miss her so,
My love she never spurned.

And now I hear her all the time,
She's in my heart for good.
I must return, to that desert clime,
My heart says that I should.

I left her once and now I know,
I was a fool to leave.
And every time the west wind blows,
My heart for her does grieve.

I will go back, I swear to you,
I'll walk your sands again.
If it's the last thing that I do,
Only you, can ease my pain.

9/10/11 Alton Texas