Shadow Of No One There

Shadow Of No One There
© Surazeus
2018 01 13

I talk to the shadow of no one there
who shows me pattern of my secret face
which gives me angel wings inside the mirror
and crowns me master of the unknown space.

I hear ten thousand singers on the moon
that floats outside my brain of brittle glass
so when I try to kiss her way too soon
she invents my soul from atomic mass.

I see the souls of every human being
who ever lived on this frail spinning sphere
step from the star mirror and try to sing
how they design truth to overcome fear.

I dance with the spouse who was never born
and kiss the face I carved from marble stone
then walk the glorious road of fame forlorn
to leave behind in power my anguished clone.

The cloud of wisdom, shining with starlight,
jolts my brain awake from infinite dream
so I breathe deep to soar on singing flight
but fall on broken wings in the dark stream.

Though we live in lush forest of tall trees
most of this globe spinning through empty space
is desolate waste land or wild sloshing seas
so I express love through transforming face.

Contentious agony of writhing hope
thrashes through labyrinth of my aching heart
so I encode naked truth with the trope
that channels passion on my global chart.

I reach out to touch your soul with my eye
but you become the mist who knows my name
so though we walk together in the sky
our silent thoughts disguise robotic game.

We fluctuate on swift electric waves
between two poles of opposing desire
to weave tapestry that reveals our graves,
urging us to join the celestial choir.

We transport our souls through glass doors of rain
to catch up with accelerating time
that swirls through neurons of each dreaming brain
and records our rise from nourishing slime.

I move inside this body on hard street
in surging tides of humans seeking goals
to conceal divination of my feat
that narrates success of heroic roles.

I parade in noble temple of pride
where tourists view idols of gods I carved
to fathom sacred tales I codified
till time destroys all stories I preserved.

I feel lights glowing over ruined tower
reveal ancient secrets of love I lost
so I venture from cave to pick the flower
that beams formula to calculate frost.

I sleep here forever under tree roots
and feed you apples blooming from my hands
so come to the garden where moon owl hoots
and read our stories carved in ancient lands.