Paramour within Santa Anna Winds

Written by: Michael Smith

 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