Cherubic Wings Of Innocence
© Surazeus
2026 10 06

Untwisting feelings of romantic hope
to disengage my body from desire,
I spread cherubic wings of innocence
to float as light above chaotic seas,
then sing celestial thoughts of broken stones
from which spring children of the hungry stars.

Shy Carla strolls the hard sidewalk at dawn
past willow threes that paint the lonely sky
with all the rainbow colors of the wind,
then opens her small gift shop by the park
and smiles at ding of the bell on the door,
then turns on computers, and pets the cat.

Time-weaving clocks with face of the Green Man
watch us from trunks of oaks in shadowed woods
where angels wrestle devils for our hearts,
but dissipate in mist from silver ponds
because illusions vanish in sunlight
which conjures virtual model of the Earth.

Yet Carla stocking cards in metal shelves
considers problem of evil that forms
foundation for international law
by which leaders of nations in gray suits
play chess games to control our mortal souls
with systemic framework of social power.

Old bearded man, who stares at birthday card
that shows young lovers swinging by a pond,
weeps with quiet anguish, then buys the card,
explaining that he leaves one by her grave
though rain always dissolves it into grass
because her ghost follows him everywhere.

If we could dismantle male privilege
where men are never punished for vile crimes
in vain attempts to control minds of women,
Carla ponders while ringing up new sale
for Beatrice purchasing pen with pink ink,
we could make life safer for young girls.

Cars, forged from steel of fallen meteors,
which Arthur used to pull sword from the stone,
float past her gift shop on angelic wings
of gleaming sunlight that sparks in her heart
compassion for all the people of Earth
who suffer and die in stark misery.

Locking her shop after sunset flames fade
to darkness tainted orange by mute streetlamps,
Carla stops by pond in the city park
and stares at face of Artemis she wears,
that floats into the sky on red swan wings
to sleep in her house on the crystal moon.

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Orpheus browses small gift shop for birthday cards for Apollo and Phoebus, who were born on the same day, and settles on a matching pair with purple unicorns.

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