The Isle Of Visions Poem by Michael Walker

When sunset turns the waters into blood
On crystal coasts of immaculate sand,
Then visions of violence flow in a flood
Upon the once serene yet lonely land,

Amongst the tropic leaves and silver rain,
Where youths learn ignorance is never bliss,
For those who wring pleasure from others' pain,
Would kill those who deprive them of a kiss -

The threat of the Internet oration
That without eros, all is thanatos,
For all must pray in false adoration,
Who do not make the Lord their only boast.

Santa Barbara, guard over us;
From dust we come and will return to dust.