Nature-Wise Woman
© Surazeus
2025 08 17

The nature-wise woman in the white dress,
who disappears in vast mirror of words,
scatters puzzling fragments of her glass soul
as seeds in pungent soil of anywhere
so children of the laughing tree spring tall
to float in rotating sky of the mind.

Let Death come slowly as drifting snowflakes
with frail perfection of the glacier mask
that cracks awake at surrender to fate
when we explore the wilderness of words
because she believes that if Time is God
then Memory is the Devil we still follow.

Because the dead can never hear me sing
through whistle of the tea kettle and train,
I strive to transcend the ghost of my brain
who weaves my sorrow into angel wing
so I lounge safe in backyard of my home,
refusing to misunderstand desire.

Dazzling silence blows cold with tenderness
despite frank fullness of the thoughtful moon
though dreams I hid with limited surprise
always seem to be for sale at the store
trapped in the voice box of the naked god
who asks me to close my eyes with new faith.

My heartbeat records history of mankind
who sails the sea that shimmers in my eyes
without admitting that we weep with hope
for somewhere to build home of singing skulls
with both hands extended to the rich sky
in restless search for meaning in the stone.

Searching outside paradise, I engage
with diverse voices of strangers I love
who stand on stones by rivers of respect
to sing strange ache of sorrow from their hearts
in psalms preserved by tongueless scribes of faith
who write our secret thoughts with angel blood.

Sweet miracle through the spider of fate
inspires my heart to slog in swamp of words
with delicate wings of swift hummingbirds
so laughing girls who crowd around the gate
share fruit they gather in the misty woods
while weaving wreaths from sorrow of my heart.

Though all the people I have met in life
are somewhere far away on road of hope,
I see their faces in waves of the sea
shining with feathers of electric birds
who flock around woman in the white dress
to savor blueness of the timeless sky.

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Orpheus accepts the challenge to sing about strange beauty of the naked soul that humans attempt to mask with faith.

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