Mute Cloud Woman
© Surazeus
2026 10 10

When cloud woman on silk demonic wings
explains how child of the mountain transcends
glass box of sorrows hidden in the stone,
I gather flowing water of the moon
that flutters on frail wings to where I wait
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

Entranced by sadness of green ocean waves
that seem to know what I intend to do
before I wake from fractured stone of fate,
shy cloud woman steals from electric snake
last apple of love, then brings it to me
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

Trapped by skin of the wolf with angel wings
that should conceal true nature of my heart,
I run in spirals of expanding faith
through maze of meadows to the misty glen
to help faceless people build garden homes
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

Assembling relics of lost memories
as photographs of people by the house,
and undelivered letters in the drawer,
heart-broken cloud woman compiles new book
about her brother who wanders the world
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

While children run along the orchard hedge
to count ducks floating on the silver pond,
and women churn butter by the stone wall,
mute cloud woman sings about the moon owl
who watches her with eyes of ancient stars
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

Born from strange gleam of the viridian sea,
with eyes of emeralds that perceive the heart
of every conscious creature in the world,
cloud woman climbs stairs to the Parthenon
where Athena sends me to find her scroll
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

On ruins of the city bombed to rubble
we build new temple of the laughing god
who teaches us to love this transient life
for every soul has no more than one chance
to shine with beauty of expressive love
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

I deconstruct the person I have been
when I dismantle memories of pain
by beaming all my sorrows in the mask
that hangs in hall of the many-faced god
who wakes reborn as me with crafting hands
in glowing aura of the willow tree.

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Orpheus brings pot of honey milk to cloud woman by the willow tree who asks him why people die as they eat apple pie and listen to sparrows explain love.

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