Statues In The Snow
© Surazeus
2025 05 09

Stark morning glare exposes field of graves
where marble figures lurk in frozen rows,
mute faces, carved from stone, that eyeless gaze
with hope to seek the cold indifferent sun
as flakes descend to cloak their stony forms
with comfortless shroud time cannot erode.

Vibrant voices that echoed door-lined halls
now flutter under weight of wintry breath
since our laughter and cries in songs have ceased,
replaced by whispers trapped in listless wind,
yet stories of our lives linger in words
etched deep in stone as our unspoken names.

Young child with arms outstretched in playful glee
leaps in unchanging flight of carefree joy
beside her elders with unknowing smiles,
their wisdom captured in enduring pose
by sculptor hand that granted them long life
with permanence in fleeting swirls of snow.

Wild snowflakes dance, oblivious to time,
then settle sparkling on each chiseled brow
with fleeting touch on fate-eternal forms
by tender grace of hard unyielding hope,
so we embrace the transient and the fixed
that converge beneath the pale wordless sky.

When visitors approach with reverent awe
to gaze at throng of statues in the snow,
they reach out hands that pulse with curious life
to caress ancient time-carved face of love
that beams with passion they lived long ago,
projecting warm emotions on cold stone.

Dark shadows stretch across cold field of graves
as eyeless sun bathes statues of dead souls
in amber glow of fleeting memories
that weaves tapestry on gray masks of stone,
depicting animated scenes of hope
while they stand vigil in the sunless night.

When Earth revolves another day of change
light gleams on snow that softens stony edge,
transforming rigid lines to gentle curves
on statues that stand unwaveringly proud
as guardians of our secret memories
that we record in truth-reflective tales.

So as we pass still statues in the snow,
whose silence mirrors hopes of our own lives,
we ponder path of life our feet have mapped
that intertwine our own sorrows and joys
in frozen forms that teach us to endure
so we find grace in swirls of wordless snow.

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Orpheus visits the celestial cemetery where ancestors of everyone who lives are depicted as unmoving statues in the snow.

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