Lake Of Dreamless Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 10 03

When I find myself at the huge blank wall
where shadow of my soul mocks my vain pride,
I open window into nothingness
and watch one hundred thousand years of wars
when angry men transform to humming trees
where children of their enemies play games.

The house is quiet and the world is calm
but I am not the book of ancient gods
because nameless ghosts rise from writhing words
and dance around me in the summer night
so I invent strange truth from what I see
and write their stories no one ever reads.

How many human faces I have seen
on endless journey through vast maze of towns
that takes me through the mystery of faith
long hidden behind numbered doors of homes
where strangers hide their secrets inside books
that angels burn before they break the world.

My house hangs from the pendulum of doom
that shakes with throbbing of remembered rain
though I lose treasure of strange memories
that lead me to the shadowed woods of time
where voices of the people I still love
echo too faintly in receding mist.

I find their names with letters of bright blood
fast fading from old books of glimmering leaves
because wild throbbing of my heart inspires
fearful rebellion against tyranny
so I dance by the lake of metal flame
with radiant laughter of deceptive fame.

Though I go back and search my tangled dream
to find the beacon of our anguished pride
lit by aggressive anger of desire,
I kneel beside the lake of dreamless eyes
which casts mercurial gleam on my glass face
so I become the demon I fear most.

I hear wild song of ravens after storm
who gather on electric wires of thought
to translate noise of brains that buzz with rage
to solemn hymn uniting wounded hearts
in global nation of objective faith
that helps us navigate our maze of myths.

Awakened by the shouts of jostling flowers
that toss my body to the humorous moon,
I surf the flashing tides of global change
which carry me to land of burning fruit
where we hold hands and gaze at timeless stars
that spell our fortune we choose to create.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/10/…

Orpheus gathers fragments of lost stories from books torn by teeth of angels and assembles them into puzzle that presents inspirational myths of one new world religion.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism