Frosted Winter Nights

Frosted Winter Nights
© Surazeus
2025 02 13

Long after starry eyes of winter night 
ceased looking in window pane of his mind 
because Robert passed from dream of this world, 
the outside world looks darkly now at me 
with the same indifferent intensity 
of time-wound emptiness that knew his soul. 

I long have wondered with fierce grumpiness 
what strange spirit is looking in at me 
with timeless light of ancient burned-out stars 
till I read spell he wrote with demon blood 
about his endless frosted winter nights 
brooding mute with the broken moon of fate. 

No nameless ghost of my ancestral genes 
disturbs my half-slumber by the cold hearth 
while I compose angelic spells with runes 
of gleaming light on glass screen of the sky, 
for I scare not the night of everywhere 
nor does eternity of night scare me. 

I keep behind placid mask of my face, 
which I took from the ancient gallery, 
terror of nothingness with unconcern 
of calm acceptance that we all will die, 
so I watch moonlight gleam on backyard lawn 
with heavy breathing of monstrous respect. 

I gaze at outerness of the vast world 
and fancy some omniscient super-mind 
returns my gaze with divine nonchalance 
that fills my chemical frame with cold shock, 
yet I must laugh at quietness of God 
who smiles as reflection of my own soul. 

To understand strange darkness of our world 
which watches me with eyes of nothingness, 
I ask sly smirking ghost of Robert Frost, 
whose ghost emanates from book of his poems, 
what weird mysterious spirit of blind gloom 
haunts our houses on frosted winter nights. 

Slumbering dreamless by moon-silver stream, 
the word wizard wearing Saturnian mask 
stirs at puzzling code of my anxious voice, 
rises tall with lumbering stillness of faith, 
and slowly chants Hyrkanian spell of hope 
that stirs majestic spirit in my heart. 

Then I step back with startled state of mind, 
surprised by wyrd epiphany of truth 
that I am darkness of the outer world 
gazing at myself through the window pane, 
for God is mirror of my conscious mind 
as atomic light in my dreaming brain.