Viewless Wings Of Poesy
© Surazeus
2026 02 25

Startled awake from drowsy dreams of hope,
I hear light-winged Dryad of pear trees
sing of summer with sharp electric ease
that echoes with melodious ache of love
in vast suburban maze of cheerful homes
far from lone highway where my spirit roams.

Since I returned unseen to world of work,
because I faded not in forest sheen,
with bottled liquor of the Hippocrene,
from long afternoons singing in the park,
I bring with me strange songs of haunted woods
that radiate lustrous eyes in neighborhoods.

Almost grown specter-thin with pale despair,
I journeyed far across lush evening land
and found bright glow of passion in brave bond
through viewless wings of Poesy in air
I breathe to transform sorrow in clear psalm
with vibrant tones that teach my heart brave calm.

Forever now in love with easeful Death,
immortal Muse who knows my secret name,
I chant ecstatic tune that dares not tame
dynamic force of wisdom with brave faith
expanding conscious scope of my respect
for clever insight of the Architect.

Amid the alien corn of my desire
I open magic casement of my heart
to find my place on Earth by the star chart,
yet sing out of tune with the global choir
since I bear book from fairy land forlorn
with puzzling map that shows where I was born.

Uncanny dream song of the nightingale
lures me to grove of wild fruit trees at dusk
where I see angel wearing mortal mask
strum lyre of Mercury with joy, and wail
heart-aching ode to beauty of this life
that forges courage from confusing strife.

Performing roles of emperor and clown,
young Mercury sings ode of aching hope
that suffering will teach our hearts to cope
by breathing faith to wear celestial gown,
inspired by music of the nightingale
that reveals secret of the Holy Grail.

When I hear forlorn bells of fairy land
unveil mysterious path to my True Self,
I follow song of that deceiving elf
who lures me to weird garden of my mind
where I sing plaintive anthem with clear voice
that proves we map our fate with every choice.

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Orpheus joins John Keats in the forest dim to sing ode in harmony with the nightingale that leads them to fairy land forlorn.

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