Opal Sea Of Ghosts
© Surazeus
2025 12 08

I love to sail the opal sea of ghosts
along emerald Sunado Mountain Range
where sly trickster raven Kwekwaxawe
transforms from shadow of uncanny truth
to unleash wanton wisdom of the heart
that worms demonic spirit in my brain.

Soft breezes of voluptuous mountain pines
reveal strange boundless beauty of this Earth
when silent flashing wings of silver gulls
emerge from flaming fog of sudden hope
to prove immortal spirit of my genes
remembers every life of bodied lust.

When snarling man disguised as feral wolf
hurls bitter spear of rage at my soft heart,
I somersault on rainbow bridge of faith
to dodge aggressive grasp of hungry hands
by leaping with black feathered cape of hope
so I soar far beyond greed of his hate.

Strange howl of aching wisdom in my heart,
that surges harsh from visceral angst of faith,
expands exotic consciousness of truth
through fierce arousal of fluttering wings
to seize somatic structure of my soul
so I become true person of my brain.

Ferocious beauty of the opal sea,
refracting demons through my sapphire eyes,
inspires my heart to solve anomaly
contrasting discipline of holy works
with frantic faith of psychic cryptograms
that encode memories of ancestral lives.

With graceful stroke of luck in random fate
I row sleek riverboat with urgent flow
past crystal mountain range of jagged peaks
where raven spirit of immortal genes
has flown my body twenty thousand years
through mist-veiled valley of our singing skulls.

Occult theology devised by monks
reveals celestial beauty of the horse
who watches me with star-black eyes of trust
when I approach her sacred apple grove
to offer succulent fruit of my heart
with furtive playfulness of honest love.

Soul nurtured by the opal sea of ghosts,
I flap arm-wings of raven-feathered robe
to dance around bright solar eye of truth
in sacred pale of heavenly respect,
then gesture hands to carve from Tree of Life
sleek ship on which I sail vast tides of change.

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Orpheus explores cave in the Olympic Mountains where he finds an ancient lyre made from a turtle shell with strings from stomach muscles of the swift-galloping horse.

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