Blue Ridge Mountains

Blue Ridge Mountains
© Surazeus
2023 12 24

When Blue Ridge Mountains call my secret name 
I go walking where proud demons are lame 
after their great fall from high walls of Heaven 
so I can chat with the diamond-eyed raven 
who always seems to know just what to say 
which helps me find the less confusing way. 

If Blue Ridge Mountains erase signless roads 
so I get lost in forest of red toads 
I meditate on mushroom of the wraith 
who teaches me that the secret of faith 
lies in how I would navigate the world 
on my quest to become the cosmic herald. 

Since Blue Ridge Mountains send huge thunderheads 
to shake complacent people from soft beds 
we walk the misty trails of everywhere 
to find mother of mankind in the bear 
who interrogates the river of light 
to discover the secret of soul flight. 

Though Blue Ridge Mountains speculate why 
humans know how to talk, but not to fly, 
I walk in dark places with ghosts of gods 
who were all exposed as garrulous frauds 
always demanding we obey their laws 
or they would throw us into monstrous jaws. 

Yet Blue Ridge Mountains forget people die 
as if we are eternal as the sky 
that scatters rays of blue light at the Earth 
to wake lonely hearts with holiday mirth 
when we assemble on the river shore 
to praise transcendent truth of the soul core. 

How Blue Ridge Mountains crumble in the rain 
reveals the small cabin I built from pain 
with hives for honey bees that swarm the glade 
where headless Saint Winifreda once prayed 
for liberty to live on her own terms 
since even our souls are consumed by worms. 

Toward Blue Ridge Mountains refugees from war 
seek ancient Promised Land of Nevermore 
but find themselves lost in dark trackless woods 
where fallen demons build new neighborhoods 
to live free from old tyrant on the hill 
who claims everything his by divine will. 

So Blue Ridge Mountains laugh at vanity 
when humans fight for private property 
where they alone eat apples of the soil, 
till they all shuffle off this mortal coil 
and nothing but cracked skulls are left behind 
to clutter this planet their God designed.