When I Pull Words

When I Pull Words
© Surazeus
2024 03 06

When I pull words out of my open eye, 
I see disturbing smears of rainbow ghosts 
resolve from dragons into human souls 
who ask me how to catch the falling flame 
so we can see each other in the dark 
exchanging faces to become the stars. 

I open story-locked library door 
when I pull words out of my open eye 
with shy alacrity of brisk despair 
to drive vast city maze of gleaming towers 
on noble quest to find the rusty sword 
hurled by the last king in the lake of hope. 

Startled by vehement zeal of my heart 
to climb the highest mountain in the world 
when I pull words out of my open eye, 
I turn around to watch the ocean waves 
reflect face of my mother on the moon 
who gives me wings I forget how to use. 

I share with those I love the dreams I find 
half buried with tangled roots in moist soil 
to prove how much I love the way they sing 
when I pull words out of my open eye 
with aching ardor of persistent faith 
fueled by avidity of transient thoughts. 

When I pull words out of my open eye 
the first time we meet on the timeless beach, 
I give you fruit I stole from the blind snake 
who sings of sorrow in the tree of life 
because I savor pleasure of your heart 
with melancholy joy each time you laugh. 

I leave the modern world of games behind 
when I pull words out of my open eye 
to stand on ocean beach beneath gold clouds 
where I feel as if I go back in time 
millions of years to the primal dream hour 
when our first mother wakes from dreamless state. 

Eager to measure size of spinning Earth 
that spirals from first flash of the big bang 
when I pull words out of my open eye, 
I stand before crowds of lost refugees 
and preach weird vision of our new world order 
based on justice and equal rights for all. 

I gaze at faces of the nameless people 
who gather around me in ring of stones 
to hear me sing cupidity of love 
when I pull words out of my open eye 
with bold compassion of the star-blind bard 
before I swim in the ocean to drown.