Shy Sad-Eyed Boy

Shy Sad-Eyed Boy
© Surazeus
2023 08 22

Shy sad-eyed boy in valley of Star Lake, 
who hears eerie song of the nightingale, 
declares with delightful laughter of wit 
that Death is mother of Beauty, his bride 
who dances with lascivious joy of life 
among skulls of poets in the garden grove. 

Heart aching with transcendent drowsiness, 
shy sad-eyed boy with raven quill, he stole 
from Cronus slumbering in dank mountain cave, 
searches melodious plot of beechen green 
for light-winged Dryad of old apple trees 
whose song enchants him with visions of love. 

Dipping gold grail in blushful Hippocrene 
with thirst to drink vintage draught of lost hope, 
shy sad-eyed boy with pale skin, in black cloak, 
drinks deep sweet taste of terrible despair 
that stains his heart with purple lust for life, 
then watches Beauty dance in star-slant beams. 

How wondrous she performs her cosmic dance 
with fierce expression of star-flashing eyes, 
and arms that swirl to summon ghosts of trust, 
shy sad-eyed boy exclaims with wordless cry 
of stark surprise that energy of life 
transforms her body with divine insight. 

Yet as he gazes at curvaceous form 
of Beauty, who incarnates light of stars, 
hair curling long as vines with sparkling grapes, 
and lustrous eyes silver as midnight moon, 
shy sad-eyed boy, grown spectre-thin with fear, 
sees her fertile body crumble to dust. 

Still kneeling at bright pool of star-soul eyes, 
that displays tragic tale of lost romance 
how Narcissus and Echo, seeking love, 
fail to perceive and then communicate 
commitment to the person they love most, 
shy sad-eyed boy washes his face with tears. 

Shy sad-eyed boy squints into verdurous gloom, 
awake with weird epiphany of truth 
that our lithe bodies crumble into dust 
with grim relentless spin of ticking time 
as his eyes search for Queen-Moon on her throne 
where starry Fays inspire poets to sing. 

Trembling with ecstasy of mournful truth, 
shy sad-eyed boy, in love with easeful Death, 
calls Beauty to enthuse his truth-blind soul 
with striking harmony of divine breath 
so he may sing high requiem for love 
to resurrect his heart with tears of joy. 

Transported far to faery lands forlorn 
on viewless wings of Poesy he wove, 
shy sad-eyed boy, who weeps in alien corn, 
turns back from fake realm of Heaven, hope-borne 
safe above perilous seas of desire, 
and flies back to her grove of apple trees. 

When Beauty wakes from slumber in cool mist 
at tender kiss of his care for her health, 
and gazes up at him with lustrous eyes, 
shy sad-eyed boy, strumming lyre of his heart, 
sings plaintive anthem of adoring love 
that we must live, for someday we will die. 

No more believing it is rich to die 
as his eyes gaze in star-pool of her eyes, 
while listening to her nightingale-soft voice 
describe strange vision of her waking dream, 
shy sad-eyed boy absorbs concepts she speaks, 
inspired to sing of Beauty beyond Death. 

Deep in love with Beauty, daughter of Death, 
who walks beside him on the signless road 
in valley-glades where ripening apples gleam, 
and singing odes in harmony of love 
that binds their hearts with joy for life till death, 
shy sad-eyed boy treasures Beauty his bride.