Courage Of The Wolf

Courage Of The Wolf
© Surazeus
2025 03 21

The chemical properties of the ghost 
teach me to impersonate my old self 
with careful beauty of library shelves 
which call me with voice of the lonely wolf 
trapped in the box of love letters I lost 
till grenade of my heart explodes with love. 

When I write my autobiography 
I must balance binary of the brain 
between withholding or revealing pain 
with shameless passion of the aching heart 
that plays the exhibitionist of lust 
bleeding from core of my pathetic past. 

The woman I love wearing long black dress, 
who stands in cemetery of lost faith, 
calls out to spiders of the starless lair 
to rise from rotten brains of ancient gods 
and weave vast web of tangled platitudes, 
so they obey the star-eyed spider witch. 

The woman I love wearing white silk gown 
plucks orange from the tree of clandestine faith, 
then offers it to me with open hands 
and smile that dazzles me with light of truth, 
so we embrace in passionate respect 
with hearts entangled in red thread of love. 

While sitting by the window at her desk, 
the woman I love wearing flower wreath 
types lines of words on paper of my heart 
while her gold cat stretches with nonchalance 
behind typewriter clacking with weird spell 
that weaves my body frame from sentences. 

Leading me by hand to the apple grove 
where skulls of dead gods sing old prophecies, 
she teaches me the song of river light 
so I can understand the burning house 
where angels beat their wings in furious hope 
to heal the brokenhearted of the world. 

Cadence of wrens in maple trees inspire 
my heart to rise from empty grave of faith 
and give my last apple with generous hand 
to the oldest woman in the whole world 
who teaches me to read how water flows 
because the innocent girl always knows. 

He holds the Book of Dreams in crippled hand 
and prays till it becomes the silver raven 
who knows the secret name my mother sang 
while cuddling me in shelter of her arms 
when thunderstorm raged over mountain vales 
to fill my heart with courage of the wolf.