Snow-Kissed Apple
© Surazeus
2026 06 06

Snow-kissed apple on the arching bough,
teach me how hope inspires the heart to love,
though disease and death haunt our lonely town
and twist angelic bodies with harsh pain,
so sweet juice of your truth, from sun and rain,
may fill my wounded mind with energy.

Strange glow of sunlight through web of tree limbs
exposes eerie ache of wordless hope
for faces that smile bright with cheerful mien
on summer afternoons by sparkling stream
where we play games among the market stalls
while men in ring of stones discuss great things.

Heart latched on swift angelic flight of dreams,
I search for secret name carved on gray cliff
which indicates what nameless soul I sense
awake in tangled shadows of lost time
so I may channel wisdom they perform
with courage to challenge despair and win.

Dazed by hard sunlight of relentless faith,
I shelter under Arcus Gaviorum
built by mind and hands of Vitruvius,
and listen to the dainty sparrow chirp
sharp thoughts of passion to rejuvenate
spirit of Janus in full flush of spring.

Snow-kissed apple beneath the great blue sky,
revive my wounded heart with honesty
that nothing matters in this frantic world
but fellow travelers on road of life
who spring with me from turbid lake valley
where bones of our ancestors grow as trees.

Thin wail of sharp mercurial regret
sparks in my wounded heart strange memory
when we assemble in tall ring of stones
to sing in tribal choir of loyal faith
with one communal voice of eager hope
that we this hour glow bright with light of stars.

With pulsing wolf-heart of hysteric rage
I race through tangled forest of contempt
to rescue from aggressive chains of greed
my clan enslaved by gang of haughty thieves
who mock me when I hurl courageous spear
and leave me crippled on the raven hill.

Snow-kissed apple hanging from the moon
so high and far from trembling hand of thirst
till sudden flutter of dark sparrow wings
shakes fruit of heaven loose so it falls straight,
fill me with light of stars and wind of hope
so I may free my clan from slavery.

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Orpheus joins Janus and Jesus on crusade to harrow hell and free innocent people enslaved in mines to extract jewels and gold for greedy oligarchs.

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