El Niño

This form to timeless passion still succumbs,
Reposed to relish flesh and ocean sand
And blessed peace along the desert span
Where births are rare and death so slowly comes.
Yet cycles pass, the great storm starts to hum;
The torrid sea casts warnings where we stand,
Drives tender urchins dead upon the land
In lieu of the catastrophe to come.
How fiercely these waves crash and roll.
Our world is one of transience;
Time finds a way to take its toll.
So revel in these scenes and scents
And love me with the fierce, sweet soul
Of one who knows impermanence.