Awakening Of Saturn

Awakening Of Saturn

© Surazeus

2019 10 17

I am that oak leaf, fragile as lost hope 

for love, that flutters in cold sudden breeze 

in search for safety of your smiling eyes, 

aimlessly adrift. I am that mute breeze 

flashing brightly over strange river flow 

of wordless angst, so remember my name. 

Since some people view this material Earth 

as clumsy embodiment of fraught forms 

that shimmer persistent in realm of Heaven, 

they will aspire to transcend fleeting time 

through taut expression of active desire 

to dwell painless in never-changing peace. 

Pain twisting sinews of my body cracks 

frail dome of meaning that surrounds my heart, 

but you reach out your unfamiliar hand 

and comfort me. My heart flutters from fear 

that searing pain will shatter my soft soul, 

and I will wander bewildered shores mute. 

Swirling couds of evening and morning float 

in voluptuous fleeces over stark hills 

while I strum Delphic harp to capture voice 

of divine spirit that sings through my mind. 

Numberless as leaves swirling in autumn wind 

are people who have lived and died on Earth. 

I pause on sea shore where endless waves break 

to carve names of the dead on shifting sand 

and weep more than rain. I think I can sense 

glow of their souls around me in sunlight, 

or I imagine sparks of life I feel, 

so I savor warm glow of their lost love. 

We are stars wandering through infinite void 

in mute desire to communicate love 

which could connect our minds in web of dreams, 

thus I gaze with hope in eyes of each soul 

whose face appears from swirling mist of time. 

We give each other names in shy surprise. 

When I say the gold moon illuminates 

your face with beauty of your inner soul 

that glows with essence of your loving heart, 

I mean I love you. I reach out my hand 

with hope you will hold my hand as we walk 

nowhere along strange river of lost dreams. 

When you find me asleep on river shore, 

incumbent among flowers blooming with truth, 

call out my name as Saturn. I breathe light 

from my lost realm so I can perceive depth 

of changing things with nimble outward eye 

from half-unraveled web of naked truth. 

Drowsy in silent zone of autumn dawn, 

I dream entire history of human life 

evolving from slime of the mindless sea 

to walk round surface of our spinning world 

and sing tales of heroes. I speak with voice 

of ravens who laugh in oak tree of truth. 

Appearing listless to eyes of lost souls 

who seek wisdom bright in my realmless eyes, 

I bow my hoary head of tangled hair 

and listen to the Earth, our ancient mother, 

who sings of love through swiftly flowing streams. 

I name the strangers who stare through my soul. 

I am no fallen king in forlorn wood 

who stores thunder of hope in aching heart, 

nor hurls lightning over serene domain, 

for I am human as all mortal souls 

who ache for strong love of companionship, 

and floats in trance of light from earnest stars. 

Will sweet Moneta weep over my body, 

and embrace my beating heart with bold arms 

to help me bear eternal quietude 

of unchanging gloom measured by the moon 

so I become indifferent world I love? 

I am fragile oak leaves crumbling in rain.