Nothing More Than Moonlight
© Surazeus
2026 08 15

To achieve fullness of being alive
through tense serenity of nothingness,
Godith hums wordless melody of angst
in eerie tones of mist-enshrouded woods
that wake ghosts of the dead from tombless graves
while waulking woolen cloth with her bare feet.

Engaged through spiritual apprenticeship
in learning wordless songs of ancient stars,
Godith gathers flowers from foggy glen
where ravens name things that do not exist
with sepulchral voice of aesthetic truth
that seeks to purge the heart of artifice.

This stone she holds in callused hand of faith
is no revelation of hidden meaning
beyond mind-expanding epiphany
that glows with presence of the timeless hour
when Godith wakes from suddenness of love
with modern impulse to name everything.

Through maximum expression of the self
that contains multitudes of unnamed souls,
and minimum conflation of the self
dissolved in purity of aching song,
Godith transcends both opposites to float
along continuum of being awake.

Annoyed that she must express ache of hope
with human language in limiting words,
Godith affirms force of assertive aim
to name mindless things with word of insight
that causes things to glow with cosmic mind
so she creates her person with sly speech.

As she approaches far vanishing point
that separates immediate sense of self
with timeless vibrancy of divine thought,
Godith reduces singularity
of our vast world to garden of her heart
where things exist because she gives them names.

Confined within conceptual walls of speech,
where spirit of her brain frames with bold words
elusive reference of ideal truth,
Godith binds fluid memories of time
with linear narrative for acts she plays
as she performs her role in game of life.

While gazing at moonlight shining through trees,
Godith attempts to design metaphor
relating peaceful glow of silent light
to how her body feels with pulse of hope,
but she decides with laughter of calm faith
the moonlight is nothing more than moonlight.

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Orpheus visits small stone cottage on glen river shore where Godith welcomes him with fresh-baked haggis and blackberry pie since the white raven knows.

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