Colors Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 06 10

Because she sings the colors of her heart
with silent vigilance of flowing words,
time bears new trails of pungent eglantine
along frail rivers of forgotten lore
from which she lifts her gaze of ritual dream
to hide sweet sorrow with the mirror mask.

Return of hope from colors of her heart
reveals forgotten trees of absent fruit,
how she floats light on memory of dark waves
to dream our birth from Mother of the Sea
who leads us crawling diamond river flow
to dance in windless sorrow without rest.

No subtle flash with colors of her heart
cracks thought foundation of our empire state
though she forgets with flutter of dry leaves
where she must go to find her secret self
who finds safe haven within mirrored walls
of every home she lives for eighty years.

Excited book with colors of her heart
spreads frail demonic wings of solitude
to count aggressive days of honest work
defining courage of the humble man
who dares oppose cruel tyrant of the stone
that crushes castles made of crumbling sand.

Through current theme in colors of her heart
she sells fake tickets to the Afterlife,
performed by tricksters in cathedral hall
concealed by theater of the absurd
built firm on ancient graves of hungry gods
whose absence haunts the empty sky of prayers.

To measure shape for colors of her heart,
detached from fierce desires of programmed brains,
she plants thin apple sapling by the gate
so tree of knowledge may sprout angel wings
with gentle wave of strict expansive growth
surrounding field of skulls with writhing walls.

Strange voices toned by colors of her heart
present new method for the soul to bloom
by standing tall against oppressive gangs
who kidnap honest angels from their homes
at risk of social injury bound by code
that guides how we should protest peacefully.

Because she draws the colors of her heart
as complex map of psychic energy
depicting landscape of the virtual world
that shimmers in clear sphere of mental space,
she defines scope of alphabetic spells
that indicate the right thing we must do.

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Orpheus visits is mother Calliope in the assisted living home to record the stories of her life she whispers soft as apple leaves.

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