Their Names In Clouds
Their Names In Clouds
© Surazeus
2025 04 29
I hear sad Rachael singing in the field
while weeping at the tomb where Jacob lies,
so I record the verses of her voice
that women for their dead husbands still sing,
even as their homes are destroyed by bombs,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Miranda singing by the sea
where the grand ship sank in tempest of hope
till Ferdinand rises dripping from waves
and brings her the diamond of star-god eyes
which she transforms into the child of faith,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Dulcinea singing with joy
as she milks cows by the giant windmill
where Knight of the Woeful Countenance sighs
with anguish of love that grows in his heart
for illusion of the Woman he fears,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Asenath singing in grove
where dates ripen in exotic sun glare
as ibis flap wings among river reeds
when Joseph arrives after storing grain
and gives her gold grail with three emeralds,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Ophelia singing by the river
where she tends lush garden of blooming herbs
while Hamlet lounges by the willow tree,
strumming lute of the lonely troubadour,
and compares her to the bright summer day,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Anahita singing at dawn
in cave of illusions where demons dance
so Mithras enthrones her on the chariot
which he drives in the streets of Kangavar
where thousands sing hymn of praise to her name,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear Cinderella singing folk ballads
while tending castle hearth in vestal robes
till she finds Mercutio in the goat shed
hiding from fierce brothers of Rosaline,
so she bathes him and holds him in her arms,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
I hear lonely girls singing in their rooms
as they write gothic poems in jagged lines
which they post on their social media sites,
then dance with aching hearts in weird moonlight
to hide from toxic masculinity,
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.
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Orpheus reads his book with Songs of Heartbroken Women at bookstores across the country sea to shining sea with Ophelia by his side.
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