Time River Of Skeletons
© Surazeus
2025 05 24

Nothing exists in my dream of this world
except the time river of skeletons
invisible to laughter of star gods,
so we kneel together on its lush shore
to grasp emeralds and diamonds that gleam
with eyes of our ancestors in our hearts.

Spring wind appears in wispy willow form
to toy with fleeting flash of light on grass
that flares in blossoms of still unborn fruit,
dazing my soul at flicker of soft wings
with passion that intoxicates my heart
till my body radiates immortal charm.

My heart escapes clumsy frame of my soul
as white-winged butterfly frail as the moon
to flutter swift around my head with grace
of tender compassion for suffering souls
who find enlightenment of sacred truth
equal in weight to harsh pain they endure.

Wings of my heart with unforeseen desire
sign unmapped corner of my secret world
with seal of spring that sparks my aching heart
through anguish to unfold itself from fear
though no one calls it forth from silent gloom
so I become mute cloud that drifts alone.

Pure cloud of my most sacred memory
will soon stitch veil of frost across my vale,
but hides warm blush of spring in shadowed folds
while Death leans casually against stout bough
with coy repose of knowledge I must learn
that writhes long-buried in grave of my heart.

While we discuss slow spinning of the Earth
in crenellate shade of the garden wall
we feel the sudden gust of lonely wind
bear our unanchored souls into the sky
so we gazed shocked at valley of tall trees
where river of life flows to sea of death.

Trapped in the stony dream-cache of my heart,
I find all the missing people of time
imprisoned in the cave of sunless sorrow,
so I play lyre of Mercury and sing
to lead them from dark underworld of fear
but none can follow me from grave of death.

Webbed darkness of the forest round the lake
diverts my journey to its hungry cave
where I extract from sorrow of my heart
diamonds of faith that gleam with clarity
as my soul floats on bright oblivious waves
along with time river of skeletons.

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Orpheus tries to lead freed prisoners from the diamond mine, but they flee back into its safe gloom at the blinding glare of sunlight.

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