Ghost Of My Fractured Soul
© Surazeus
2026 06 14

Bright ghosts of all the lives I could have lived
swarm all around me in the maze of myths,
so I assign each alternative self
weird variant on the name Odysseus,
for though they set out on their quest for home
they each live and die in some foreign town.

I hear their songs in silence of the day,
so I record memories they throw away
because they have all disappeared from time
which leaves me now alone of all my selves
erased from possibilities of fate
while still alive in shadow of my home.

Strange cry of sorrow tainted by pure joy
rings out through endless forest of dead trees,
so I climb every mountain in the world
to find source of this cry of bitter hope,
till I realize with laughter of soft rain
that it comes out of my own aching heart.

The scarlet raven on my shoulder sings
with pure voice mimicking the nightingale
to prove the dire wolf glowing in my heart
keeps me alive on journey to the west
when I search cathedral ruins of dead gods
for holy scripture that lives in my heart.

Since I take the low road where the sun shines bright
I hear birds of hope sing in grieving trees
though I wander where the wildflowers spring
for I hope to meet my true love by moonlight
where we had parted in the shady glen
as lovers on bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Though every living thing on Earth will die
and wither in the turning flow of time,
we glow with mystery of the universe
when we stand in the field where lilies bloom
and let the timeless gleam of ancient stars
penetrate our hearts with ache of true love.

I wish to be as generous as Death
who treats each living soul with gift of joy
since we glow fragile as the lily bloom
that sprouts in jagged rocks of the glen pool
with kind attendance of the honey bees
though thunderstorms crack illusion of faith.

I may never see misty glens of Scotland
in fleeting drama of my secret life
yet spirit of your love blooms in my heart
no matter where I roam in this wide world,
so I send last ghost of my fractured soul
to meet you on bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings "The Bonnie Banks of Lock Lomond" with heart-enchanting voice of the lonely glens.

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