Violin Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 12 21

Kids riding in cars look for ghosts in fields
that resemble dead gods in holy books.
Wind gods rearrange our bodies in space
so we grow up with the dead on the moon.
The scorpion man who works at the bank
falls in love with the mermaid at the store.

Rain touches every object that exists
to understand idea of its form.
Sparrows appear from the last fairy tale
to bring him the gold watch he lost in Hell.
Raspberry bushes drip with angel tears
because the television broke his eyes.

Young woman in the meadow of pear trees
combs her long hair with alligator teeth.
Helios evolves from toad in the pool
because her eyes electrocute his heart.
Cassandra writes him letter about love
that he never receives in the mailbox.

Her house flickers vague as the candleflame
that wakes spirit of Christmas from the dead.
Time bleeds from arrows in face of the clock
that measures distance home to Wonderland.
Two goldfinches sharing stock market tips
rest on the cradle stuck in Bethlehem.

Artemis hugs violin of her heart,
weeping because its bridge of faith collapsed.
No one walks across the farmland of love
yet wheat shimmers in waves of innocence.
Couples walking on quiet paths of trust
hold hands so they will not wander off lost.

Crows gather at corpse of Hyperion
to discuss atomic physics of faith.
Hera quietly nurses Phoebus at dawn,
hoping he will become World President.
Poor maidservant dreaming beside the well
considers what she wants to name her child.

Shy Librarian replies to the Sad Clown
that she cares not for return of the dark.
Volcanos design mountains from our blood
because humans think we are loved by Zeus.
Neptune eats darkness in heart of the world
when he plays viola by the toad pool.

Thor encounters the storm cloud near the ground
so he searches for honing stone of faith.
Oberon laughs at how abstract concepts
like faith are symbolized by random things.
Every word ever spoken by someone
hides in glowing cloud of celestial ghosts.

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Orpheus drinks mead with Georg Trakl by the toad pool as they share dreams from childhood memories though they wonder whether they are real or illusions of the war-shattered heart.

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