Wisdom Of Dead Stars

Wisdom Of Dead Stars
© Surazeus
2025 02 08

She would confess strange sorrows of her heart 
but Zahara thirsts for laughter of light, 
so she strides boldly through the twilight zone 
to find glowing cave where the demon core 
radiates aggressive wisdom of dead stars, 
transforming wizards to demonic ghouls. 

Hearing endless song of waves on soft shores, 
Zahara runs where the wild river flows 
around crumbling hills where crooked trees grow 
with wordless amusement of the lonely cloud 
that reveals roundness of the world to her 
because the sea unravels happiness. 

Turning away to face cold bitter winds, 
Zahara asks the bright sun in bleak sky 
for mercy in the waste land of despair 
where no shadows shade her soul from hard love 
as she speaks her heart in the heartless gloom 
to the ghost whose blood still sings from the sand. 

Knowing stars may never fall from the sky, 
Zahara cups rain in her grateful hands 
to drink refreshing joy of shattered clouds 
that wash her bitter sorrows to the sea 
which shines in her parallel universe 
with tears from mothers whose sons die in war. 

Unveiling beauty of the desert sky, 
Zahara hides her language in sharp sand 
so she can describe absence of her love 
who folds insouciant silence in his chest 
as she cries out with shock of hungry hope 
to understand salt of the restless sea. 

While asking the sea for names of the dead, 
Zahara wades knee-deep in angry waves 
to search for bodies of children and brides 
who float with anguish in abyss of tears 
till they sprout wings of swans and fly away 
which leaves her alone with the fractured stone. 

Grasping fragments of their ethereal souls, 
Zahara gathers voices of the dead 
to weave them in weird song of lonely faith 
that breathes in beauty and exhales despair 
which fills frail glass of immortality 
from which she drinks sweet juice of ancient trees. 

Embracing luminous phantom of love, 
Zahara places flowers on two graves 
where her mother and father dissipate 
in crumbling sand that sparkles in sunlight, 
then opens hand with seeds of aching loss, 
smiling sadly as the desert lark eats.