Diablo in a Perfect Storm

June 8, 2018

A Distorted Diablo

 

Far in a magic land,
Where the sea meets the sky
Away from all restraints,
As exotic birds fly,
Wishes a woman paints
With a soft brush in hand.

Across from her shore, the land of hopes,
Where a lone man stands, holding a pen
That writes soothing words for those in pain.
When they tire, they send a tiny wren
Carrying their desires, calling for rain
To fill their will every now and then.
Looking at each other keeps them sane
For their hearts know; buried in the glen
Are their dreams, beneath the heliotropes.

And when the winds blow warm,
Rains of love and stardust,
Sly promises confer
As with patience and lust
The Angel awaits her
Diablo in perfect storm.

 

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