Aeolian Melodies Of Love
© Surazeus
2026 05 30

I hear sweet voice of Maya in soft wind
that blows through trees lit by the gold noon sun,
so I feel timeless spirit of Hermes
ache to sing about Bride of Quietness
who dances gracefully on uncracked urn
forever in cool dales of Arcady.

Wild ecstasy of haunting melodies
still echo softly in my sensual ear
from summer days of my adventurous youth
when I attended rainbow gatherings
in Colorado and New Mexico
where no Arcadian priests attended rites.

While riding cars on winding country roads
across America, sea to shining sea,
I see stolid cows grazing in fenced fields,
undraped by garlands woven by young maids,
where generations of grim pioneers
have plowed thick fields that now serve as their graves.

Yet Attic shape with marble lovers gleams
still unphased in Museum of Dead Gods,
so I now long to wield artistic brush
and add John Keats and his love, Fanny Brawne,
to lounge together on the Grecian Urn
in cold pastoral of eternity.

Now my heart aches two centuries from when
John sank in Lethean waters of mute song
attempting to fly with melodious plot
beside light-winged Dryad of the trees
that lead him to the blushful Hippocrene
where I strum his lost Lyre of Mercury.

Pale specter of his Apollonian soul
has lingered by my side for forty years
with lustrous eyes of mind-expanding sight
that helps me translate weird Sibylline songs
to praise the Queen-Moon of my fairy land
whose sweet song radiates from my dreaming mind.

Why easeful Death is now in love with me
because she whispers in my sea-shell ear
harmonious murmurs of the ceaseless waves
that trick my heart with forlorn fairy haze
to think I am both emperor and clown
whose plaintive anthems fade unheard at dawn.

Through global halls of gold in sublime state
I strum the turtle Lyre of Mercury
to sing with Homer and Apollo hymns
about the human quest to understand
essential nature of our universe
that beams Aeolian melodies of love.

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Orpheus teaches me how to guide souls of the dead to the Underworld where they vanish into the nothingness of death when I explain there is no Afterlife.

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