The Santa Ana Wind
Unbestown upon
me, you
start
blowing in my
soul ahead
of your arrival
In your wake, still
air becomes
glowy
and unstable while the sky
suddenly turns lilac
and bloody, avenging
my usually even
mood and forecasting
the upcoming
devastation
As you get
nearer, I have
no
choice but to let
the desert
sand and dryness batter
my skin till my eyes
close
in pain and I am
left
weepy and gutted, blindly
seeking for your warm
voice to
guide
me out of the storm
But your winds
are
so hot that I cannot
breathe and your blows
are
so strong that I cannot
hear
So I am
forced
to open my eyes to find
yours and
anchor my entire
life and safety
to your holy
heart
Copyright © Rosanna Tarsiero | Year Posted 2012
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