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Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Sound Of Angelic Fear

Sound Of Angelic Fear
© Surazeus
2025 02 18

She wants to know what the angel will say, 
so she walks the winding path in the woods 
down to the shore of the glistening sea 
where she stares at the round back of his head 
as wind blows his gold hair with angst of truth 
that sings forever in waves at her feet. 

Reaching out her hand with reluctant hope, 
she asks the angel why he has no wings, 
but he cannot hear the sound of her voice 
and he cannot feel the touch of her hand, 
so she steps back and stares down at the shell 
that glistens golden under silver waves. 

She wonders why the cold waves understand 
strange ache that pulses deep inside her breast, 
then crouches down to grasp the gleaming gem 
green as leaves of the tree where sweet plums grow, 
and peers deep in the emerald to perceive 
original flame that creates the sun. 

Startled by strange sound of angelic fear, 
she looks up at the angel with no wings 
who towers high above her as the pine, 
so she leans over to look in his eyes 
that glitter silver as the restless sea, 
now hollow as cracked eggshell of the snake. 

Shrieking at sight of the small black-eyed girl, 
the angel stumbles and falls on the sand, 
then reaches out his hand to touch her face 
that beams with eager smile of joyful love, 
so he lies flat on the hot beach and cries, 
tears filling the ocean with streams of hope. 

Holding out her hand with innocent charm, 
she offers wingless angel fruit of love 
so he slowly takes it in his frail hand 
and stares at her as she bites juicy fruit, 
then bites the ripe plum with cautious desire, 
and gasps with pleasure at sweet taste of love. 

Once again she asks the angel of light 
why his big eyes are silver as the sea, 
but he cannot understand what she says, 
so he tells her that he fell off the ship 
and tumbled in waves for eternity, 
then woke up on beach of this brave new world. 

With gentle assurance of modest care, 
she takes his hand and leads him in the woods 
where wood thrushes and goldfinches discuss 
name of the angel who fell from the sky, 
to sit by the pool in grove of plum trees 
where she cuddles in his arms as they kiss. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus holds Onatah in his arms with tender love after she falls asleep, and caresses her long black hair.

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