Rainbow Of Strange Peace
© Surazeus
2018 09 29
White moon now rises among swirling clouds
that scatter on me tears of long-dead souls
where rainbows bubble from the singing sea
to swallow me down through infinity.
On cabin porch above the misty sea
she cradles black-stone tea cup with both hands
and sips compassion of the ancient soul
that sparks her mind awake with warm desire.
Complete within itself the mirror face
that replicates itself through every soul
gazes back at me from the moon-lit sea
to pierce my heart with rainbow of strange peace.
Another month gone in slash of gray rain,
which illuminates stark colors of things
where streets seethe eerie vision of mute hope,
echoes memories I hide in naked verse.
Reaching into broken clock of my heart,
she untangles complicated obsessions
to weave rainbow of strange peace in my mind
so I understand people without words.
White moon watches me with indifferent eye
that bares uncensored memories I conceal
so when you look at mirror of my face
you see mask of your own design alive.
So when we meet each other on the beach
we shall exchange stories about the moon
which reveals secret cabin among vines
where only wind of abandoned love dwells.
She pours tea in cracked mirror of my heart
so I sip her faithful love for my soul
to return what I gave her long ago,
now grown into apple tree of her garden.
© Surazeus
2018 09 29
White moon now rises among swirling clouds
that scatter on me tears of long-dead souls
where rainbows bubble from the singing sea
to swallow me down through infinity.
On cabin porch above the misty sea
she cradles black-stone tea cup with both hands
and sips compassion of the ancient soul
that sparks her mind awake with warm desire.
Complete within itself the mirror face
that replicates itself through every soul
gazes back at me from the moon-lit sea
to pierce my heart with rainbow of strange peace.
Another month gone in slash of gray rain,
which illuminates stark colors of things
where streets seethe eerie vision of mute hope,
echoes memories I hide in naked verse.
Reaching into broken clock of my heart,
she untangles complicated obsessions
to weave rainbow of strange peace in my mind
so I understand people without words.
White moon watches me with indifferent eye
that bares uncensored memories I conceal
so when you look at mirror of my face
you see mask of your own design alive.
So when we meet each other on the beach
we shall exchange stories about the moon
which reveals secret cabin among vines
where only wind of abandoned love dwells.
She pours tea in cracked mirror of my heart
so I sip her faithful love for my soul
to return what I gave her long ago,
now grown into apple tree of her garden.
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