Dolphin Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 03 31

Between Arion and Jonah I would be
the prophet whose enchanting song of truth
inspires wave-leaping spirits of the sea
to bear me safely to the shore with ruth
because the light of greatness does not fade
though our bodies dissolve into the shade.

When I am cast on brutal shore of fate,
where nightingales have far too long been mute,
old Delphic spirit begging at the gate
still sings heart-wrenching ballads less than cute,
reviving my Muse from grave of my heart
so I sing new tales not on her old chart.

The nightingale, once singing in the night,
regales war refugees on signless roads,
while the mockingbird, disdaining clear light,
teaches all who cannot sing, birds and toads,
how to imitate their own secret voice
so they feel they are free to make the choice.

If I extract wild spirit from my head,
I could fly high on quick angelic wings
to purview our world with eye of calm dread
employed by the free bird who always sings
visions of truth that reveal the real world
through ontology of the cosmic herald.

Though all-silencing Death attempts to quell
cry of the heart for justice, strict yet fair,
adjudicating crimes punished by Hell,
we will rise bold to sing courageous prayer
for every soul alive on this great land
to live through freedom of the Giving Hand.

Whether I am swallowed by the white whale,
and then commissioned by voice of the sky
to proclaim retribution of the Scale,
or borne by the dolphin as Music spy,
I shall in either case record the truth
with honest spirit of messiah sleuth.

Perched on Arionian dolphin of my heart,
I strum the lyre of Mercury with faith
that, if I follow guidance of her chart,
Athena will help me transform the wraith
of social anguish from demon to god
as loyal member of her justice squad.

Though I now float lost on wild ocean tide,
which fierce Poseidon hurls at shore of hope,
the star-eyed Muse, always my loving guide,
sends dolphin of my heart to help me cope,
so with bold courage of her humble sage
I sing for justice on the global stage.

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Orpheus welcomes Arion to the Temple of the Muse where they plot revolution against the tyranny of Midas and Pluto.

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