Mystic Riddles Of Love
Mystic Riddles Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 04 20
White blankness of infinity expands
ovular structure of our universe
so if we go far enough around time
we will return to first hour of our birth,
though rain-fed rivers always flow downward
from the mountain cave to the ocean wave.
The old rotten fence falls over in rain
between the backyard of neatly-mowed grass
and the forest of trees tangled with vines,
so Adam pulls wagon of wood and tools
to rebuild wall of paradise with pride,
enclosing garden of fruit trees with hope.
Constraining passion of animal lust
with solemn liturgy of wordless hope,
I organize perceptions of my brain
with strict linguistic pulchritudes of faith
which formulate mystic riddles of love
through clear perception of my starlit eyes.
Eager to glimpse the brightest star of loss
that shimmers on calm seawaves of my heart,
I cross the sandy bar on moonless night
to find the angel, fallen from the sky,
trapped by tendrils of elegant seagrass,
who floats while singing in sad revery.
Stumbling lost along river of blind skulls,
far from the weeping valley of my birth,
I find one lone apple tree on small hill
blooming bright with pink petals of respect,
so I breathe sweet ethereal soul of time
to catch the lightning bolt of obvious truth.
Bearing fallen angel in aching arms,
Adam lays the woman with sea-blue eyes
in shady hut beside the sparkling lake,
and pours sweet apple juice between her lips
till she wakes from dream and blinks in surprise,
then cries because she lost her swan-lithe wings.
Strolling together among apple trees
that shimmer pink in evening sunset glow,
Adam and Eve smile shyly with desire
as their hands brush, which wakens hearts in love,
so they embrace and make love by the lake
with melodious chirping of the wood thrush.
Teaching Seth how to prune limbs of fruit trees
to maintain verdant health with free airflow
so more fruit may sprout from network of limbs,
Adam prepares his youngest son for time
when he will bear wand of authority
to manage Garden of Eden with faith.
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