Wisdom Of Dead Stars
© Surazeus
2025 02 08

She would confess strange sorrows of her heart
but Zahara thirsts for laughter of light,
so she strides boldly through the twilight zone
to find glowing cave where the demon core
radiates aggressive wisdom of dead stars,
transforming wizards to demonic ghouls.

Hearing endless song of waves on soft shores,
Zahara runs where the wild river flows
around crumbling hills where crooked trees grow
with wordless amusement of the lonely cloud
that reveals roundness of the world to her
because the sea unravels happiness.

Turning away to face cold bitter winds,
Zahara asks the bright sun in bleak sky
for mercy in the waste land of despair
where no shadows shade her soul from hard love
as she speaks her heart in the heartless gloom
to the ghost whose blood still sings from the sand.

Knowing stars may never fall from the sky,
Zahara cups rain in her grateful hands
to drink refreshing joy of shattered clouds
that wash her bitter sorrows to the sea
which shines in her parallel universe
with tears from mothers whose sons die in war.

Unveiling beauty of the desert sky,
Zahara hides her language in sharp sand
so she can describe absence of her love
who folds insouciant silence in his chest
as she cries out with shock of hungry hope
to understand salt of the restless sea.

While asking the sea for names of the dead,
Zahara wades knee-deep in angry waves
to search for bodies of children and brides
who float with anguish in abyss of tears
till they sprout wings of swans and fly away
which leaves her alone with the fractured stone.

Grasping fragments of their ethereal souls,
Zahara gathers voices of the dead
to weave them in weird song of lonely faith
that breathes in beauty and exhales despair
which fills frail glass of immortality
from which she drinks sweet juice of ancient trees.

Embracing luminous phantom of love,
Zahara places flowers on two graves
where her mother and father dissipate
in crumbling sand that sparkles in sunlight,
then opens hand with seeds of aching loss,
smiling sadly as the desert lark eats.

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Orpheus offers pomegranate to Zahara as she kneels by graves of her parents who were killed in the civil war between rebels and businessmen.

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