Faceless Pool Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 04 08

If truth removes the longing from my clay
I might feel shimmering wings arched overhead,
and know this is the last season of life
while waiting for the signal from the world
to leave my anger crawling in the dust
when I return from stark unfinished lands.

No guardian angel at the gate of faith
remains to watch me leave lost paradise,
though I take seeds from sweet apples I stole
to start new garden on the river shore
where I will invent concept of the door
that divides pleasure from horror of death.

While standing still on gateless shore of time,
I realize with surprise of obviousness
that water always flows beyond the scope
my eyes record with breath of glowing clouds
till hope transforms into body of flesh
which I employ to explore this strange world.

She whispers softly in my sudden ear
of shadows that flee back up to the sky
with sharp instinct of animal desire
which animates our passionate embrace
to generate new bodies from our hearts
who bear our souls beyond eternity.

More terror-stricken than blossoming trees,
she teaches me the light of absolutes
which shimmer deep in liquid of her eyes
to reveal sacred wisdom of godless skies
though we sense someone always watching us
whose weird voice howls at us in windy rain.

My longing stabs my heart with thorny faith,
so I speak the first word my heart invents
to tell her, "You" are the one I love most,
though all my words blow away in bleak wind
that pushes us helplessly toward blank fate,
so we hold hands to bind our souls with love.

Weaving vines among trees in circled fence,
we enclose our hearts in safe garden space
to hide from monsters lurking in dark woods,
because her face glows bright with eyes of light
when she gives me berries and nuts to eat
as we lounge by the faceless pool of love.

The tree that blooms from heart of anguished hope
declares itself with endless voice of wind
to be the sacred oracle of love
whose fruit reveals the meaning of desire
as children spring from passion of our kiss
to populate this world with warring tribes.

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Orpheus and Ophelia clear away underbrush to organize plants in the hidden garden of their hearts where the singing river flows.

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