Secret Gate Of Bones
© Surazeus
2025 12 07

White horse that always walks up to my door
pretends to be the gold-red clouds of dawn
that no human on Earth can ever see,
so I encase my soul eternally
in gleaming amber on trunk of the tree
that wanders curious to the restless sea.

When Orpheus opens door of his house
he gasps surprised to see outside instead
young woman in black dress with golden hair
who plays the silver flute of his soul spine
while ancient stars glitter in her blue eyes
through melody that entrances lost spies.

When Greta takes his hand with gentle smile
they walk together on the river shore
to enter town through secret gate of bones
where she reveals through magnifying glass
angels dancing on taut telephone lines
who sprinkle apple blossoms on their heads.

Though natural disasters destroy our homes
we master stoic acceptance of fate
by noting that we only lose with grace
things we create with eager hands of hope
for all illusions dissipate in words
designed by compassion of haughty birds.

My words give birth to children of the lake
whose bones of ice and blood of flashing snow
provide bold substance of framed confidence
for them to play in forest of blind ghosts
where angels string wires with small flashing lights
around pine trees to mitigate despair.

Two strangers face to face on stage of love
recite sweet liturgy of sacred hours
that hide world empire of the aching heart
behind lace veil of ardent honesty,
Kwan Yin and Jesus startled by desire
to found new dynasty of generous gods.

Through frozen doors of radiator hearts
we stride with indignation of respect
toward far horizon of conceptual towers
where people sing hymns of our long-dead god,
then give each other gifts on winter nights
to invent meaning for communal lights.

Because the moon has always been our home
where angels dwell inside the crystal dome,
we play sweet music with harps, drums, and flutes
in transient melodies of feathered faith
that weave nostalgic matrix from our hearts
embodied by white horse outside our door.

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Orpheus takes Greta out to dinner at the Broken Column Restaurant to celebrate the silver anniversary of their wedding in Elysian Fields.

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