Vale Of Singing Skulls
© Surazeus
2025 05 04

Hidden in strict asylum of my heart,
my hopes for happiness sprout demon wings
and flap away in twilight of lost time
to swarm across the vale of singing skulls
which represent ancestors of my genes
who call to me from tomb of the blind god.

When I walk around in streets of the world
I see countless strangers whose secret names
I will never hear spoken by the wind
though they are real bodies of flesh and blood
driven by unknown hopes for happiness
to live full lives I know nothing about.

Esther lounges on mansion balcony,
dressed in leather sandals, jeans, and pink shirt,
sipping wine as her fingers caress flowers,
then smiles brightly with moon-black eyes of joy
as I photograph essence of her soul
that she will gaze at sixty years from now.

Intertwining our fingers with shy smiles,
we cuddle close together as soft breeze
scents our two bodies with sweet pheromones
so I nestle nose in long curly hair
to smell aroma of her gentle soul
as we share romantic hug of respect.

Slipping large round sunglasses on her face,
Esther assumes movie-star stance to shield
fragile state of her heart with nonchalance
from hungry attention of loyal fans
who adore her cool unconcern for fame
earned through performance of tragic-fate roles.

From billions of people crowding the globe
one person emerges with special face
that sparks intense respect of honest love
when our eyes connect invisible souls
with long scarlet thread of celestial fate
that binds our bodies in children we make.

More delicate that moon-silver raindrops,
our separate souls fold undulating layers
of vibrant memories in precious glow
with divine treasure tuned from formulas
which calculate our romantic routine
securing foundation of our love life.

As carpenter of innocent respect,
I construct cradle for our new-born child
who sprouts angel wings over twenty years
and flies away around the spinning world
till she returns with diamond eye of god
that lights our secret vale of singing skulls.

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Orpheus gives anniversary gift to Phoebus and Esther who host grand feast celebrating their successful romance of enduring faith.

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