Uncertain Waves Of Time
© Surazeus
2026 01 06

She waits beside the dead elm on the hill
for eighty thousand sparrows to emerge
from laughing skull of Hamlet before dawn
till horde of Vikings storm the temple hall
to hang the minister of state affairs
whose eyes are television screens of glass.

She climbs colossus of fear with lame hands
by dreaming doorway of warm days gone by
till Earth of fake dreams disappears in myths
that flutter mad wings fraught from memory
of Death singing on streetcorners at dawn
to chase the monster of depravity.

She seals stark crack of starless night with blood
to prove she loves with ache of bitter seeds
sly ghost of silence with alacrity
despite his deeds of stealing masonry
from walls of paradise built by our hands
before winds scatter pages of weird books.

She wanders with uncertain waves of time
beyond forever veiled by mist of fate
to carry teardrops from pulsating lake
that we acquire by potent loyalty
with flawless anguish through obscurity
because we know about the sudden moon.

She drags her dazzling soul across the world
with heavy sorrow of escaping boats
bound by frail anchor to false sense of time
each hour torrential waters of our mouths
adjust our point of view with slanting rays
against nocturnal passion of glass skulls.

She twirls prodigious globe of fractured souls
through muting maelstrom of excessive maps,
encircled by caressing hands of care
too beautiful to love beyond each death
erasing laughter from the circus tent
as long as we remain on spinning Earth.

She measures silhouette of nameless souls
enhanced by shocking chains of consequence
that unspool luminous threads through respect
for harmony with flames of hopelessness
from masks invisible to curious eyes
because we want to give each other names.

She understands soft chime of honesty
contained by faint resentment children sell
to shield the fragile mind of consciousness
from sweet excruciating pain of faith,
mature with iridescent thoughts we share
till we drown in colossal pool of words.

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Orpheus sails boat across the sea to island in the mist where he finds the raven girl dancing in the sunlit ring of stones, and they kiss.

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