Valley Of The Singing Stone
© Surazeus
2026 08 06

The rising midnight moon of silverness
photographs beauty of the human face
with colorful strangeness of wordless love
to beam shape of our temporary souls
in hearts of our descendants not yet born
who wonder why they seem to feel immortal.

The long-dead version of my secret self,
who gazes at me from my photograph,
reveals excessive passion of my heart
that drives me to become this self I am,
enchanted by sweet beauty of this world
which emanates from soft mask of my face.

Awake in quietness of summer dusk,
that shrouds my aching heart with evening light,
I relive entire lifetime of my faith
through vast eternity of timeless now,
amazed at how I blaze path of my hope
toward grave I choose beneath the apple tree.

I feel glass skeleton of my bright soul
blaze with electric energy of love
which I format from my ancestral masks,
long molded by harsh mountain wind of fear
as I climb river valleys of desire
to stand on jagged peak of mute surprise.

Through frosty aura of conceptual stars
I see lush valley of tall blooming trees
as haven where my weary bones may rest,
so I descend from emptiness of time
to build safe nest in pale of sturdy walls
where children unravel our universe.

I feel ten billion stars of swirling light
explode in every cell that forms my flesh
so beaming atoms of divine insight
weave supple matrix of my hungry soul
as I traverse the swift Albula River
to dwell in valley of the singing stone.

While climbing rugged trail of jagged rocks,
that whistle at fierce blast of silver wind,
I reach down to hold small hand of my son,
and help Segomo with attentive care
ascend high mountain of our lofty hopes,
so his eyes glow with triumph of our search.

Victorious with strength of wolfish minds,
we progress past grim obstacles of fear
toward moon that glimmers silver in the sky
as shining mirror of ambitious hearts
refracting light that guides our arduous way
to Heaven we envision with brave words.

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Orpheus lounges in front of the high mountain cave, gazing down on the valley of the singing stone where thousands of people set up camp with tents and wolves.

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