Fields Of Mute Bones
© Surazeus
2026 01 31

Young silent menace wanders mountain trails
to find ghosts of her childhood by the lake
where flowers transform our bodies of flesh
to unseen beauty of assertive faith,
yet search for secret identity fails
through revelation of the falling rain.

Awake in forest of anxieties
without broken lamp of Diogenes,
he gathers apples in basket of faith,
yet ponders cost of his self-sacrifice
to save the world from tyranny of greed
when men destroy what they cannot possess.

When she brings wet lavender to his home
and gives him cinnamon of her desire,
he gives her cheerful sparrow of his heart,
so they sit by the pool of gold moonlight
and smile shyly as they eat apple pie
while they invent new language of their love.

Her song of longing wakes him from strange dream
so he gathers stones of the mountain trail
to repair crumbling wall of paradise
and fix the leaky roof of their small house
to keep her warm and dry in winter rains
that weave new rivers in fields of mute bones.

Because his homeland has become deep well
that fountains sorrow from his wounded chest,
he gives loaves of bread with honey and nuts
to all his neighbors in dark anxious woods,
then kneels before shrine of the faceless god
carved from scented pine that gleams in ice rain.

While he is sweating in fever of fear,
she nourishes his wisdom-wounded heart
with milk of stellar light drawn from the moon
that writhes trapped in limbs of the hawthorn tree
though she prays to the impossible sky
for miracle from stones that question why.

Stopping as she gathers herbs in dark woods,
she observes the clock of infinite time
that ticks in trunk of the elegant tree
to measure transformation of her heart
urged by pain to assume passionate love
for every creature living in the world.

Breathing ethereal spirit of the moon,
she determines to remain honorable
with plan to survive evil of this world,
so she hugs him when he wakes from weird dream,
and caresses his cheek with ghostly hand
that dissipates into swirls of snowflakes.

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Orpheus reaches out his hand to caress cheek of Eurydice as her ghost dissipates into swirls of snowflakes that shroud the land with her faint song.

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