His Star-Eyed Child
His Star-Eyed Child
© Surazeus
2026 09 23
The angel in the stone cottage perceives
how the hill swells up to the swirling sky
with changeless solitude of hungry trees
that always seem to know what he desires
before he can express it in soft wind
that tangles his heart with branches of hope.
Alert to song of sparrows among leaves
that argue about who best understands
miscalculations of fate through how clouds
contradict design on grand temple walls,
the angel ponders why things fall straight down,
then whistles nonchalantly when death laughs.
When nameless Goddess of Fertility
appears with new-born baby in her arms,
the angel with three eyes provides goat milk
after he buries her among red tulips,
then wonders what to name his star-eyed child
who always climbs in trees to shout at clouds.
Smoothing mud in wood frame with gentle hands,
the angel without wings carves pictograms
relating how the child came from the sky,
and leads great army of wild homeless boys
on quest to unite all nations of men
in glorious empire of the singing sparrow.
While boiling apples in cauldron of faith,
the angel with stone heart remembers why
fame rises from trickling stream in the ditch,
then invites the bold bearded king to eat
rye bread he bakes in oven of his heart,
smeared with honey from rotten tree of truth.
When the bold bearded king with jeweled crown
kneels before him in early morning light,
he peers close enough to see beaming face
of his star-eyed child he forgot to name,
so he laughs with delight and hugs him close
while generals and soldiers stare in surprise.
When the child inside the bold bearded king
asks him if he had fallen from the sky,
the angel takes him to the unmarked grave
where his mother lies under tulip blooms,
so the glorious emperor of the world
kneels and weeps that he never saw her face.
Pointing to young woman beside the king,
the angel with three eyes smiles with calm joy,
and tells bold bearded king that he can see
face of his mother in face of his daughter
whose eyes gleam bright as lightning in the storm,
so she gives her grandfather egg of time.
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings tale of the emperor who rose from poverty as son of the rye farmer to become ruler of the world with justice of wisdom.
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