Death Always Beautifies

Death Always Beautifies
© Surazeus
2023 03 10

Not in the empty silence of the world 
do I express sweet anguish for the way 
those thirteen blackbirds in the snowy tree 
discuss strange pathway of my wayward soul 
as I, with each phase through abyss of light, 
traverse the rainbow bridge of wordless fear. 

With subtle pantomime of my blackbird 
do I become one mind with one I love 
based on strange beauty of inflected mood 
awake through innuendo puzzled weird 
by whistling sorrow time decides to bell 
though traced in shadow of the cipher dream. 

Yet lucid rhythms still involved with death, 
more inescapable than random truth, 
teach me to fly on euphony of thought 
connecting accents sharply green with hope 
all afternoon in tangent snow of prayer 
because we feel dire ecstasy of love. 

These many circles of my endless flight 
wind tighter concept of my sparkling brain 
at sight of sudden wings on plangent wind 
too sonorous with melancholy hymn 
not quite pathetic as unnumbered states 
we lose at lamentation children trade. 

Still searching for conceptual humor, bound 
by flowing water of contingent dawn, 
we eat ripe melons on the misty hill 
to figure why our wretched poverty 
provides foundation for intense success 
unknown before false maxim of the crow. 

Three travelers in ruins of the church 
discuss with candles why red sunrise blinds 
arrogant fools with riddles of the morgue 
while paused in pirouette of phantom style 
described by laughter of the staged profound 
with solitude of darkness undeterred. 

Our lesser influence through radiant mood 
persists with equal flow of dreams between 
three grieving seasons of the leafless tree 
loud as reluctant drums which serenade 
one who remembers salty taste of glory, 
entranced by arabesques of candle beams. 

Death always beautifies those complex men 
who hide contemptuous pride behind gold masks 
by abdicating noble rights to eat 
with old triumphant sting of honest faith 
exposed in vibrant stories of the sea 
that never expose secrets of our hearts.