Library Of Hearts
© Surazeus
2025 04 17

Divine longing to walk the hidden course
through irregular bloom of hungry shadows
urges my eyes to perceive ordered forms
blurred in abundant rhythm of desire
with undeterred gestures to manage growth
of wild trees that obscure pathway of faith.

Beaming within limits of its taut sphere,
the sun weaves bodies of organic brains
from flashing molecules of timeless truth
who dance together on the ocean shore
and sing in harmony with swirling waves
with rapturous awe at beauty of light.

Mind-pulsing revery of honey bees
causes clovers to sprout from rancid prairies
where children splash in starry-silver pools,
then hold their breath and float on nothingness,
suspended between credence and despair
based on narrative of hope we compose.

Crouched inside encompassing wall of mounds
that shields our bodies from hunger of monsters,
we whisper perfect names in secret code
to realign attention of our eyes
with focus on dark shadows of despair
that lurk among indifferent trees of faith.

Eager to erase ignorance of Earth,
we attempt to explore beyond the pale
of sacred haven where we clutch word keys
with fierce objective to protect the truth
in tandem with speech of electric leaves
that rustle softly in the haughty breeze.

We catalog strange objects we observe
as mind-animated parts of blind trees
that teach our hearts to be reliable
with rooted stories of the wanderers
who transplant ghosts from garden of mad gods
to prove our souls are born from wind and rain.

Gold warblers lounge in maples by the lake
with holy mission to retrieve the star
that falls in blaze of glory from storm clouds
to write our memoirs in black-feathered books
we store with care in Library of Hearts
where daffodils bloom from our rotting brains.

Dawn wrenches lonely hills from wordless graves
without respect for how we humans feel,
so we map signless roads of everywhere
which all lead straight to City of the Owl
embodied by the girl with moon-gray eyes
who teaches me to sing when angels weep.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury so lost souls may follow him on the hidden course to City of the Owl.

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