Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Garden Of Singing Ghosts

Garden Of Singing Ghosts
© Surazeus
2024 01 24

The weeping of the bridge I build from dreams 
floods River Styx with boats of refugees 
who search for broken box Pandora lost 
full of keys that might open lonely homes 
where televisions scream into the void 
that swirls under garden of singing ghosts. 

If the World Poet Laureate returns 
from cave of the bruised heart with angel wings, 
the mad king dancing on skulls of dead gods 
might name the cat with effervescent faith 
who lounges regally on Stone of Scone 
while we play in garden of singing ghosts. 

The faceless voice speaking from the Glow Cloud 
commands I crown myself King of the Dead 
so with joy I throw magic ring of gold 
in laughing volcano of arcane jokes, 
then wear ethereal mask of the star god 
who prances in garden of singing ghosts. 

Though children love the mute doll as their god 
based on revelation of the grim clown 
because the raven brings me red mushrooms, 
I sail the misty sea to Isle of Skye 
where vampires at the seminary pray 
to blind queen in garden of singing ghosts. 

The wisdom of the prophet no one hears 
explodes plastic inevitable code 
to redefine the sacred quest for truth 
when Sir Gawain falls in love with Rose Girl 
who bears her pulsing heart in crystal hands 
to star pool in garden of singing ghosts. 

I measure flashing waves of particles 
to figure faceless spirit of my mind 
who organizes stock of psychic codes 
transforming pain to stories of lost souls 
who search for skull of sacred prophecy 
hidden deep in garden of singing ghosts. 

Through eerie whispers of the moonless woods 
I ride red horse of fascinating spite 
with message for the king in mirrored hall 
who has never seen his real naked face 
while clutching broken lyre of Mercury 
to navigate garden of singing ghosts. 

Because I wait for Death on signless road 
she comes to me in black silk gown with lace, 
so we dance slowly around Tree of Life 
where the serpent flutters her rainbow wings 
which proves our love binds our hearts beyond death 
while buried in garden of singing ghosts. 


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