Light-Winged Dryad

Light-Winged Dryad
© Surazeus
2025 03 26

The light-winged dryad of the trees calls me 
to dance with her in blooming hemlock grove, 
so into numberless shadows we twirl 
on pungent shore of sparkling Lethe stream 
to ease sharp ache of sorrow in our hearts 
by sharing pleasure of our mortal souls. 

With slavish thirst of chemical-bound frames 
we drink sweet water from the Hippocrene 
that bubbles deep in forest of dead gods 
whose voices echo softly in the wind 
with lustrous eyes of drowsy memories 
that make us groan when we kiss at sunset. 

No longer full of sorrow or despair, 
because we stay together hand in hand 
while blazing our own pathway in dark woods, 
we wander secretly where stars guide us 
far from the crowded streets of market towns 
to find where Queen-Moon lies among flowers. 

Where Bacchus dances among white hawthorns, 
deep in thick groves of winding mossy ways, 
we seek strange beauty of grim star-eyed Death 
whose horror teaches us to love our lives 
and treasure limitations we secure, 
which nurtures fragile spirits of our hearts. 

Thus fortified with pastoral glow of faith 
that strengthens us with courage of the truth, 
we venture into maze of crowded streets 
to comprehend with clear observing eyes 
mystery of competitive money games 
people perform to gain power of wealth. 

Sweet heart-enchanting music of the stars 
sung by immortal nightingale of hope 
long charmed our hearts with vision of the world 
where every person honors rules of life, 
but now its calm inspiring requiem 
fades trammeled by commercial shouts of greed. 

Divine melody of her plaintive anthem, 
which animates our bodies with Star Soul, 
sung by deceiving elf inside our hearts, 
writhes twisted into parody of faith 
by men obsessed with fame of thought-control 
willing to buy anything with the coin. 

Long trapped in labyrinth of social greed 
as helpless pawns in pageantry of power, 
we assert halting steps with urgent cause 
to escape frantic market place of fear 
and seek to dwell again in meadow grove 
where birds sing freely by the sparkling stream.