Earth gyrating, rolling and splitting
Fiery tongues spitting, hurling rocks
Unleashing fury. Beauty unexpected
A volcano erupts. A poem is born
Shafts of lava shooting like spears
The sky fills with red ash, smoke and intensity
The indigo blue mingles with the dark black
The golden orange and majestic purple
Even the soot dazzles
It’s either an inferno or a vision of glory displaying colors of paradise
The magnificent so monstrous, instant with lasting earthmarks
I could pay a million dollars to frame the pictures in my head
Permanent tattoos.
At last I’ve seen images that beat the sunsets in Arizona, in Africa,
And the sunrise in tropical lands
A king passing, a goddess declaring I’m here once more
In a while you’ll see me dormant, then dominant
A hundred, a thousand years my appearances make no mistake
We bow. Cancel flights, stay our eyes on the heavenly-hellish
The poetry compelling us not to mourn but adore.
The fusion is divine; the heat, the steam, the sensation
The lava river spirals up and downwards
Painting varying shades on its way
I want to play there, dance on new boulders, test the foundation,
The magic in my eyes,
But I’d be easy toast
The cone shapes that finally appear, striped, tanned and tone
Make me reach for an ice cream.
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