Electric Words Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 06 20

Behind sunflower of her secret heart
she smiles at me with graceful elegance
to prove our bodies are rays of the sun
woven from weird memories of the Earth
in brains that shimmer with clock of the moon
to whom we pray with mountain honesty.

When I hear sparrow hiding in her eyes,
I give her bowl of milk-sweet happiness,
so she invites me with respectful glance
to kneel with her outside door of our home
so we can pray to wise Grandmother Moon
who wonders if we understand her pain.

Grinning with sly ardency of concern,
she opens leather purse of angel wings,
and scatters scarlet petals of her heart
that swirl around my fragile ideogram
with laughing play of joyful impudence
which spurs my heart to wake from lethargy.

From sorrow of the world we rise at dawn
and walk together on the river shore
where we send sparrows of our fractured hearts
to find the holy mushroom of respect
so we may taste electric words of faith
that mean nothing to anyone but us.

Together by the fountain of dead gods,
where statues of demons writhe with delight,
we ponder mystery of the twilight breeze
that brings news of the war across the sea,
so she holds sand of time in her left hand,
yet never needs to explain what I know.

Urged by fear-fueled desire to transcend death,
we weave eccentric frenzy in taut wings
that lift our bodies on soft waves of hope
which seems to heal aggressive pain with love
though ancient woods decay with constant change
while vapors weep our burdens to the ground.

Alert to song of toads in moonless woods,
we wonder if they will transform at dawn
to hungry dragons draped in eglantine
so we rejoice when swans of summer soar
on graceful wings above our garden pool
where we decide to understand the why.

Shocked by contentious laughter of night rain,
she tells me time unspools our naive minds,
so we share food we gather in the woods
as we invent new words for things we see
because we want to sense divinity
in tune of life that hums in everything.

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Orpheus and Ophelia kneel together and pray to Grandmother Moon to teach them how to understand the why of the tune of life that hums in our brains.

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