Eyes Of Dreamless Stars
© Surazeus
2026 08 09

If you want to see the ghost of my soul
with eyes of dreamless stars inside your heart,
express confounding mystery of the Name
that radiates from God Mind of the White Whole
which cannot be found on any dream chart
since every human wants to die from fame.

When Athena appears from flashing cloud
and gives me leather notebook of her mind,
I pluck white quill from wing of Gabriel
so I can write prophecies for the crowd
who seek to understand the ties that bind
our souls to these bodies in which we dwell.

Startled awake at dawn by Holy Voice
that speaks in riddles coded by the Queen,
I wander crowded streets in City Maze
to prove we make our fate with every choice
approved by government of Melusine
so we transition to the next Dream Phase.

Whether in the kitchen, the living room,
the classroom, the office, or the church hall,
we play our roles in cosmic game of life
controlled by gods we invent in the gloom
so we can monitor our rise and fall
through social cycles of teamwork and strife.

Wherever I walk in the crowded world
I gaze into vast hearts of mortal souls
with eyes of dreamless stars from timeless sea
that wise Athena forged from ache of love
so I can understand your secret dreams
that motivate your quest for happiness.

So many conscious souls of mortal beings
are born and die with every turn of time
when Earth adjusts our private attitude
with humble pride of wonderful concern
that we are still alive in game of change
though we forget the code we once employed.

Bound to the ancient tree of solitude
the Voiceless Patriarch of our mad clan
remembers how he tried to photograph
True Face of God inside each human being
till their fierce ghosts, obsessed with paradise,
all vanish in the Howling Wind of Woe.

While painting portrait of the half-dead king,
the most innocent girl in the whole world
floats up into the shining clouds of fate
after she smiles at me with gratitude
and offers me her eyes of dreamless stars
that gleam with every soul who ever lives.

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Orpheus stands at his stall in the market around the Ziggurat of Ishtar where he sells Eyes of Dreamless Stars for three gold coins to seekers of the heart.

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