Mount Etna
Orange streaks highlight an eastern Sicilian sky
a fiery display putting added pressure
on an already muddled and ashen mind
seeing the unseen still fearing the fairest dream
Slight breezes push a scent of despair to the front
fading slow where the swirls of yesterday still comfort me
but I worry that you can only see with barren eyes
under a paper umbrella giving broken perceptions
Mount Etna don't you cry out loud for me tonight
hold back your molten seas as life gives way
to thoughts lost on a quick spin through the storm
where hearts sway with anticipation of her
Futures lie deep in the painted heat of the night
even now, eased, knowing you're finally alright
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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