Door Of Eternity
© Surazeus
2025 02 16

Lonely for the way ghost clouds shimmer white
with sobbing heaviness at hour of birth,
I stand outside door of eternity
to welcome newcomers to our weird world
who emerge from the pregnant mother tree
that binds their bodies with the change of time.

To touch the face of Death I touch your face
so I can feel fierce coldness of the stone
when I push through door of eternity
and sob with gravity of changing time,
soul leveled against broad breast of the globe
to taste tumbling song of the silkened sea.

Each stone of Earth tumbled by waves of the sea
cries out to me with anguish for pure light
we feel within door of eternity
when we hang half-awake in poise of hope
between ice-glistening air and damp earth
which beckons our hearts with alluring voice.

With grip of honest passion for the truth,
I cling to the edge of vast emptiness,
long falling through door of eternity
which I describe in letters I must hide
that still lie scattered on forgotten desk
where birds eat words I never meant to write.

Cold lamentation of the burning hill,
despite how far stairs curl around despair,
reveals repaired door of eternity
where children watch our global fight for power
play out on field where leaves of time fall slow
to shroud false geometry of our love.

Through elegant dribble of happy rain
I head for somewhere far beyond my grave
which imitates door of eternity
to wait between the rotten and the ripe
with unperceiving passion for the truth,
bewildered by how flowers grow in mud.

Yet immanence of death prefers my speech
explaining frail fate of philosophy
brought forth to crack door of eternity
and savor intricate concept of grief
based on rubble of homes destroyed in war,
manifest in miracle of my eye.

My face mirrors nameless divinity
with subtle amusement of graceful shock,
able to lock door of eternity
extravagant with horror we conceal
with heart-enchanting song of ocean waves
where ghost clouds whorl across the crystal sky.

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Orpheus gazes with visionary awe at ragged white clouds that blow across the sky after the long night of thunderstorms.

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