Courage Of The Wolf
Courage Of The Wolf
© Surazeus
2025 03 21
The chemical properties of the ghost
teach me to impersonate my old self
with careful beauty of library shelves
which call me with voice of the lonely wolf
trapped in the box of love letters I lost
till grenade of my heart explodes with love.
When I write my autobiography
I must balance binary of the brain
between withholding or revealing pain
with shameless passion of the aching heart
that plays the exhibitionist of lust
bleeding from core of my pathetic past.
The woman I love wearing long black dress,
who stands in cemetery of lost faith,
calls out to spiders of the starless lair
to rise from rotten brains of ancient gods
and weave vast web of tangled platitudes,
so they obey the star-eyed spider witch.
The woman I love wearing white silk gown
plucks orange from the tree of clandestine faith,
then offers it to me with open hands
and smile that dazzles me with light of truth,
so we embrace in passionate respect
with hearts entangled in red thread of love.
While sitting by the window at her desk,
the woman I love wearing flower wreath
types lines of words on paper of my heart
while her gold cat stretches with nonchalance
behind typewriter clacking with weird spell
that weaves my body frame from sentences.
Leading me by hand to the apple grove
where skulls of dead gods sing old prophecies,
she teaches me the song of river light
so I can understand the burning house
where angels beat their wings in furious hope
to heal the brokenhearted of the world.
Cadence of wrens in maple trees inspire
my heart to rise from empty grave of faith
and give my last apple with generous hand
to the oldest woman in the whole world
who teaches me to read how water flows
because the innocent girl always knows.
He holds the Book of Dreams in crippled hand
and prays till it becomes the silver raven
who knows the secret name my mother sang
while cuddling me in shelter of her arms
when thunderstorm raged over mountain vales
to fill my heart with courage of the wolf.
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Orpheus and Ophelia study physics and economics in the university library as twilight dusk veils the world in holy light.
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