Saddest Song Of Love
© Surazeus
2026 04 02

Though no one understands songs of her heart
which seem like uncanny shrieks of night owls,
she walks narrow trail among twisted beech,
then gazes in green water of the creek
to savor passion that glows in her heart
that bloom as white bloodroot flowers from dirt.

Opening envelope of thin wolf skin,
she reads letter written by Lucifer
with blood of angels on butterfly wings,
then breathes shimmering emptiness of light
that fills her heart with joy to be alive,
so she sings enchanting song of respect.

Stone by stone with gentle hands of thought
she deconstructs illusion of the Self
till she become dim shadow of her name
that vanishes when the glass sun of time
shatters on horizon of intellect,
then dissipates in smoke from cottage hearths.

Strange scent of wet leaves, pungent in night air,
asserts aggressive pulse of wrangled hope
that drives her to express in wordless tunes
excessive wisdom of the hollow stone
when she performs her saddest song of love
that cracks foundation of theology.

Shocked by the subtle shine of innocence
on moon-ensilvered waters of the creek,
she assembles new face of gracious trust
from lithe prismatic waves of nothingness
to wear as mask when she walks streets of town
past strangers who all seem to know her name.

Yet purple bergamot blossoms of truth
unfold proportion of vivid desire
designed to connect precious gratitude
with ghosts of demons trapped in trunks of elms
that swirl around her in celestial mist
while she glides gracefully beyond her grave.

Inevitable state of longsuffering good
twangs harp strings sharp with subtle hollowness
when star-eyed Seraph appears from her heart,
so she remembers how we strive for good
at cost of carelessness through flash of dawn
based on reason of zestful agency.

Curious about clones of her lost self
that appear as silhouettes on grassy hill,
she strolls columned cathedral of bright woods,
suffused with slanting rays of divine light,
and sings with harsh voice of sincerity
that causes ghosts to shiver with desire.

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Orpheus finds Ophelia by the creek in the woods and listens as she sings terrible tuneless psalms with heart-felt sincerity.

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