Over The Hills, Under The Seas Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The contour of
The hills,
Coloured by the flamboyant
Fringes of the Sun that
Slept in the sleeves
Of the gods,
Is cultured by
The aesthetics and prowess
Of two eager hearts.

When the landscape is
Painted with arid
Lamentation,
The saints are swallowed
By the sea
And the encumbered
Waters are agitated
By immense tremors.

The hues of two eager hearts
Will never tarnish -
Love battles, rages on
Like a tempest
And singes aflame,
Never to be extinguished.