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La Playa de la Reina de Los Ángeles
(a sonnet)
An old man stands again at angel's shore,
Ten thousand days and miles in between.
An anxious sea drowns sun, just as before,
And she returns, beguiling as first seen.
Her pure expression burns into his soul,
Confused with decades worth of discontent.
A grace filled vision from this haunting toll,
And finally shares her name, Exuberant.
His Dryad dances down the search-lit night,
Forever wearing that bewitching gaze.
At end of day, he's come to set things right,
And with her loosed, an ancient debt repays.
Yet freed, he prays this angel not depart,
For still he fears that with her goes his heart.
An old man stands again at angel's shore,
Ten thousand days and miles in between.
An anxious sea drowns sun, just as before,
And she returns, beguiling as first seen.
Her pure expression burns into his soul,
Confused with decades worth of discontent.
A grace filled vision from this haunting toll,
And finally shares her name, Exuberant.
His Dryad dances down the search-lit night,
Forever wearing that bewitching gaze.
At end of day, he's come to set things right,
And with her loosed, an ancient debt repays.
Yet freed, he prays this angel not depart,
For still he fears that with her goes his heart.
Published 5th Dec 2015
| Edited 12th Jan 2017
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5th Dec 2015 12:53pm
Title a play on the original name of Los Angeles (El pueblo de la reina de los angeles - the city (people) of the queen of the angels), My original muse, dancing down Venice Beach in Los Angeles a long-ass time ago, vision played like a loop in my head for decades...
8th Aug 2017 2:32am
the rhyming felt forced in a few places. I like the fantasy atmosphere in this piece, even with words like "dryad."
