A Burning Cry For You

 

Relentless as Santa Ana winds scudding debris along the 57 freeway

she launches me from her life

 

a perishable reserved to wander

 blowing by every camera,

all those hungry, observing eyes in the machine

such masterminds of deception.

 

Anger spills from every great manifesto written

littering streets with truth.

 

Rattle off your heart to me

your sharp prowess cutting through Red Tape Oceans

crashing Red Tides in my mind.

 

My stand reciprocal to yours

their propane propaganda feeding lie after lie

 resist the common commands to obey and submit

   recite your reckless behaviors for me

and 

stamp them in blood for bridge graffitti.

 

Not for You but US.

 

All around the world there's a burning cry for Truth.

 

All inside my heart there's a burning cry for You.

 

Lead me to the blooms of Magnolia

touch my lugubrious heart with pens

place jigsaw pieces back to Common Sense.

 

Your passion for pastels is inspiring

 a deep burn for Art pulling at You

 like a lost love tied up with broken heart.

 

All those maple syrup nights drowning in the sweet taste and smell of Spring.

 

Her body dances white moonlight shredding through the tides in a ghost-light of scattered dreams.

 

All the residue of love is sticky

changing every part of You.

 

Sometimes we roam ravines

where the water once flowed to feed

 

all her pastels fading from the walls

 

 but all my love remains to be

 a manic depressive torrent

still feeding every blooming Maple Tree.