Troubled Guest Of Time

Troubled Guest Of Time
© Surazeus
2026 01 21

The silent candle burning in the night 
illuminates strange feelings in my heart 
about how moonlight glimmers in the pool 
where happy demons of my ancient heart 
lurk in cruel darkness of obsessive love 
which gives me wings to fly toward ancient stars. 

Insane for perfect light of jagged cliffs 
which beams my soul into the butterfly, 
I keep imagining how I may die 
so I can grow beyond my clumsy fear 
for I am but the troubled guest of time 
who wanders nowhere on the roadless Earth. 

Though I want to tell each person I meet 
about the holy longing of my heart 
to understand strange burning of my flesh, 
I keep my words of frantic eagerness 
concealed in silent book of puzzling code 
that floats unread on surface of the pool. 

Caught in obsession with electric gloom 
that wraps my naked soul of aching hope 
in bitter glamor of eternal faith, 
I try to be the carefree butterfly 
that flutters fragile wings of honesty, 
but I remain as sturdy as the stone. 

Untroubled by excessive agony 
that every conscious creature wrestles with 
through endless suffering of our tender flesh, 
I strip off all social identities 
and float in silver pool of calm regret 
to cleanse reckless rage from my wounded heart. 

Though I give love I need no love returned 
through transformation of my flashing brain 
when flames of passion burn to angsty ash, 
yet I remember magic word of love 
that always resurrects my wounded heart 
so I become the faceless ghost you call. 

Though I remain the troubled guest of time 
as nameless stranger in this crazy world, 
I dance with wild abandon of the fool 
around the walnut tree in paradise 
when evening light glows red as divine blood 
that forms the word I speak with confidence. 

Stuck in this weird realm of necessity 
as contradiction of inherent means 
for giving love without expecting love, 
I overcome illusion of desire 
through brave expression of my star-wound will 
to translate misery into joyful psalm.