Chessmaster Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 03 01

Luminous salamander of my heart
rejoices when rain falls on maple leaves
because she reigns as chessmaster of time
when she maneuvers dictators and kings
to believe they can fly on divine wings
yet fall into the sea of arrogance.

If the moon becomes the white horse of hope
who gallops toward me on the open field,
I may drive east across the prairie road
while singing holy songs of grim despair
which opens hole of possibility
though another war is soon to begin.

Among the lonely daffodils of fate
we shall stop beside the rotting oak
and eat sweet honey from heart of the world
while contemplating where we shall go next
on the secret journey of our own play
for we are the stars of our cute romance.

Though quicksilver storm of the holy mask
crackles over vast fields of wheat and corn,
we shall dance through the wild radio song
with spectral sheets of anguish turned to joy
when we join the grand victory parade
swept by the wind down lonely small-town streets.

Someday I want to see the Star Heart Sea
which covers half our lumpy spinning globe
with sparkling water of pacific calm
so I can meet the Goddess of Despair
who teaches me to show mercy to all
though her eyes crackle with the judgment flame.

Somnolent beauty of the apple tree
sparks ponderous hunger of my stubborn heart
to preach theology of mortal faith
that every conscious creature dies someday
and floats to nothing in stark empty light
with soft distempered soul of unconcern.

I never find tombs where my ancestors lie
rotting in coffins of unshielded scorn
till bones of their special characters form
structure of bleak hills where children play chase
with seamless fabric of our lost world view
that flaps as melancholy flag in wind.

Yet flowers of our bodies woven taut
with private memories of lost childhood hours
shine on the other side of silver light
ten thousand years longer than empires last,
prophesied by kind chessmaster of time
who rides white horse of hope to Scythia.

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Orpheus never tells anyone he meets on the signless road of fate that he is the chessmaster of time who always wins.

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