New Child In Her Heart
© Surazeus
2026 06 18

Small round white pebbles, smoothed by endless flow
of moon-white water, rippling silver light
of wordless fear at some dark shadow near
that looms featureless, reflect her gaunt face,
hardened into strange mask of someone else
at sudden flash of mindless ecstasy.

Exhausted from aggressive fantasy
to gather berries and eggs in dark woods,
Stella reposes far from Astrophel
under dark sycamore on the lush hill,
and stares at cottages on pastoral farms
wreathed in smoke from cooking fires at twilight.

Green apples, still unripe in late spring heat,
promise weird sweetness of electric juice
to homeless wanderers on signless roads
who pause to ponder beauty of farm fields
bordered by wild hedge-rows of stoic faith,
while searching for pure essence of the mind.

Awake in pure mind of her hungry hope,
yet numbed by ennui of afternoon breeze,
sly Stella searches tangled woods of fate
for gift with aspect more sublime than faith
that weighs boundless burden of mystery
on fragile raft of her wave-battered heart.

Deciding to cherish her serene mood
with breath that powers our corporeal frame,
Stella hums in harmony with stream waves
that morph in shapes of monsters with small eyes
which vanish when she laughs with calm delight
at beautiful absurdity we share.

Since Moon shines still on her solitary walk,
where misty mountain-winds teach her to live
free from anxious ambition to gain wealth,
Stella begins to worship florid Nature
that molds our bodies from river-shore mud
with indifferent passion to feel, yet know.

Though genial spirits of our hungry flesh
decay to blind dust in relentless change
of harsh necessity to live, she designs
new language from cries of storm-twisted ghosts,
which Stella translates from pebbles of shock
at swelling of the new child in her heart.

Weird glow of nature, inherent in forms
that her eyes perceive as colorful swirls,
informs her mind with quietness of life
that blooms from shocking vision of soul birth
with insight at how seeds of ecstasy
build dwelling place from memory of love.

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Orpheus finds pregnant Stella sleeping under the sycamore tree, so he settles down and keeps watch to guard her precious soul from harm of the indifferent world.

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