Library Of The Afterlife
© Surazeus
2025 05 07

Because he is the last person to leave
his once-thriving community of souls,
Mike parks his car on deserted Main Street
where ghosts who lived there more than eighty years
walk up and down past stores of bleak decay,
then he drives away in tears of wordless rain.

Sailing glass ship of time across the sky,
Mother Moon beams bright at her Daughter Sea
who joyfully surges in tides of laughter
to reach water arms with longing for love
and bridge silent distance with eager hope,
but sloshes mournfully against the shore.

After Grandma Lois, wearing straw hat
and striped pinafore, tends garden of herbs,
she washes work-worn hands in sparkling water,
then plays heart-warming hymns on wood piano
with fingers that relate with graceful dance
unspoken history of her loving heart.

Cuddling on back porch of their country home,
Archie and Lois gaze at black stormclouds,
tense with startled respect for mindless nature
in restless silence between thunderclaps
that echo booms of tanks and falling bombs
in fierce world war far east across the sea.

In vast Library of the Afterlife,
Ziphion records tales of human souls
in endless Chronicle of Spinning Earth
to stock forever-multiplying shelves
with every unwritten book that exists
in heart of every soul who ever lives.

Awake in Heaven, as Realm of Ideas,
where the Architect designs ideal forms
with patterns that define existing things,
we relive that day the clocks forgot time
in ritual routine of dreamy desire
to savor eternal now love creates.

Designing blueprint of her broken heart,
Tamar wanders alone down empty halls
past sorrow-locked doors to shadowy rooms
where nameless ghosts in fading photographs
scream silently from angst-collapsing walls,
till she stumbles into garden of stone angels.

Emerging from starless cave of illusions,
Nerthus sings the sad half-remembered tune
of her childhood dancing in ring of stones
through heart-breaking elegy of lost faith
for extinct creatures who once roamed the Earth,
mirrored by fleeting shapes of swirling clouds.

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Orpheus accepts position as Librarian of the Afterlife where he organizes every unwritten book of every soul who ever lives on every planet in the universe.

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