Paramour Within Santa Anna Winds
Paramour august never longer
Till days shall pass
Will I be among torment unto fervor
Or in acceptance
Of the yearning, thy touch to have
But, in days absent sojourn
I shall sheath myself
Amid the arid
Of the desert’s spirit burning
Counting blessings He has left
And, within the Santa Anna winds
Are they
From off of austral shores
Tales in warmth that ferry
Oh, my maiden aurorae from afar
Your essence seizes upon
The Sierra whispers which carry
To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
And an envisage dances in whirlwind
Softly humming, the nightress tune of thy return
Evermore
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
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