Star Angel Who Fell
© Surazeus
2018 11 30
Where the soft wind blows in the silver night
star angel who fell from the bleeding moon
walks slowly alone in the whispering woods
followed by the wolf with the human face.
The strings of the harp by the sparkling pool
vibrate with her voice though she has no tongue
so she reaches hand to touch my blind eyes
where the ancient light beams sun rays through me.
Holding in both hands silver leaves that fall,
she opens her mouth to release black bees
that buzz in wild swarm to form black storm clouds
which splatter ice rain that crackle my bones.
I leap for the horse that gallops away
to swish flashing tail in cold hurricane
but she grabs my head so I do not fall
backward without wings in aching abyss.
Her hands strong as roots of laughing oak tree
clutches my foul heart pulsing like pool frog
so when I turn back to look in her eyes
I see pure white light demolish the world.
I run backward fast to remember name
she gave me before I stepped through the door
then opens my chest to swallow the sky
because she cannot explain to me why.
I climb through the tree and see her become
the infinite truth I feel in my brain
so we always kiss in absolute rain
and transform to mist that gives us new eyes.
She falls in the sky beyond my frail hand
to map sharp contours of elegant land
because she creates this body of flesh
that glows with the light of spiraling stars.
Together we walk high ice rainbow bridge
and reach for our hands so we can stay safe
connecting our hearts across thousand years
and navigate charts that reveal our fears.
We share one bone mask that conceals our souls
because the Earth spins around the wild sun
that forges the light which glows in our eyes
so we can still dream the vibrant White Whole.
We wake in gold dawn to forget the dream
that blinded our eyes with the bleeding moon
so down by the pool we sit in sunlight
to draw smiling face of the hungry ghost.
She touches my face and then I know why
we play hide and seek with the singing ghost
who follows our steps through the whispering woods,
star angel who fell from absolute light.
© Surazeus
2018 11 30
Where the soft wind blows in the silver night
star angel who fell from the bleeding moon
walks slowly alone in the whispering woods
followed by the wolf with the human face.
The strings of the harp by the sparkling pool
vibrate with her voice though she has no tongue
so she reaches hand to touch my blind eyes
where the ancient light beams sun rays through me.
Holding in both hands silver leaves that fall,
she opens her mouth to release black bees
that buzz in wild swarm to form black storm clouds
which splatter ice rain that crackle my bones.
I leap for the horse that gallops away
to swish flashing tail in cold hurricane
but she grabs my head so I do not fall
backward without wings in aching abyss.
Her hands strong as roots of laughing oak tree
clutches my foul heart pulsing like pool frog
so when I turn back to look in her eyes
I see pure white light demolish the world.
I run backward fast to remember name
she gave me before I stepped through the door
then opens my chest to swallow the sky
because she cannot explain to me why.
I climb through the tree and see her become
the infinite truth I feel in my brain
so we always kiss in absolute rain
and transform to mist that gives us new eyes.
She falls in the sky beyond my frail hand
to map sharp contours of elegant land
because she creates this body of flesh
that glows with the light of spiraling stars.
Together we walk high ice rainbow bridge
and reach for our hands so we can stay safe
connecting our hearts across thousand years
and navigate charts that reveal our fears.
We share one bone mask that conceals our souls
because the Earth spins around the wild sun
that forges the light which glows in our eyes
so we can still dream the vibrant White Whole.
We wake in gold dawn to forget the dream
that blinded our eyes with the bleeding moon
so down by the pool we sit in sunlight
to draw smiling face of the hungry ghost.
She touches my face and then I know why
we play hide and seek with the singing ghost
who follows our steps through the whispering woods,
star angel who fell from absolute light.
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