Vibrant Holiness Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 06 28

The navel orange beside the violin
reveals red waves of darkness in the mind,
so I leap laughing in the sordid sea
with intonation of eccentric thought
still taut with vibrant holiness of hope
that twangs with soft abandonment of love.

I like the way you toss your wavy hair
and how you peel the orange of honesty
so juice of passion fuses wooden souls
with sudden silkening of sanguine strife,
though angels strip our hearts of bitterness
before the coming of the hungry horde.

Inscribe our hearts with memories of death
that ripple slowly on blood lake of time
to rock our boat with travesty of truth
despite our pledge to honor wretchedness
endured by holy pilgrims of white sand
who float above the existential void.

Bearing bundle of herbs in gentle arms,
sweet Moon Girl wearing purple gown of faith
looks back at me with eyes of timeless truth,
and smiles with lightning flash that luminates
heart of darkness where I was trapped too long
which frees me from entanglement of fear.

Amazement of blue wind on shore of bones
opens wide my eyes to see beyond time
where double shadow of my rainless hills
reflects weird meaning of the silver sky
since faceless ghosts catch letters I discard,
blindsided by silent echo of strife.

Because the glass moon hides my secret dreams
with waves of pearls on self-fulfilling quest,
I stretch taut canvas of my tensile brain
huge enough to shroud this spinning world
with veil of wisdom woven from our words
that rise from fluorescent shade of our lips

I sail ship of my adventitious faith
across chromatic bay of your deep heart
though monstrous clouds lash me with bitter fear
so we can find our impeccable stars
that fall from quietness of distant worlds
sprouting from seeds of faith we throw away.

Our secret world is island in the bay
where silver storm clouds drench progressive hills
in glowing sheen of stories we express
by selling emptiness as deep insight
to zealous seekers of vast nothingness,
then eat the orange while Death plays violin.

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Orpheus plays violin while Ophelia peels the orange and feeds it to their son Orion while he plays with small bow he received from Apollo as his birthday gift.

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