Troubled Guest Of Time
© Surazeus
2026 01 21

The silent candle burning in the night
illuminates strange feelings in my heart
about how moonlight glimmers in the pool
where happy demons of my ancient heart
lurk in cruel darkness of obsessive love
which gives me wings to fly toward ancient stars.

Insane for perfect light of jagged cliffs
which beams my soul into the butterfly,
I keep imagining how I may die
so I can grow beyond my clumsy fear
for I am but the troubled guest of time
who wanders nowhere on the roadless Earth.

Though I want to tell each person I meet
about the holy longing of my heart
to understand strange burning of my flesh,
I keep my words of frantic eagerness
concealed in silent book of puzzling code
that floats unread on surface of the pool.

Caught in obsession with electric gloom
that wraps my naked soul of aching hope
in bitter glamor of eternal faith,
I try to be the carefree butterfly
that flutters fragile wings of honesty,
but I remain as sturdy as the stone.

Untroubled by excessive agony
that every conscious creature wrestles with
through endless suffering of our tender flesh,
I strip off all social identities
and float in silver pool of calm regret
to cleanse reckless rage from my wounded heart.

Though I give love I need no love returned
through transformation of my flashing brain
when flames of passion burn to angsty ash,
yet I remember magic word of love
that always resurrects my wounded heart
so I become the faceless ghost you call.

Though I remain the troubled guest of time
as nameless stranger in this crazy world,
I dance with wild abandon of the fool
around the walnut tree in paradise
when evening light glows red as divine blood
that forms the word I speak with confidence.

Stuck in this weird realm of necessity
as contradiction of inherent means
for giving love without expecting love,
I overcome illusion of desire
through brave expression of my star-wound will
to translate misery into joyful psalm.

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Orpheus floats in pool of sacred energy while Narcissus and Echo flirt beneath the wind-fluttered willow tree and tease him about Ophelia.

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