Dream One Million Years

Dream One Million Years
© Surazeus
2023 12 04

The book that always falls off the glass shelf, 
which hides the true story of my weird birth, 
flies away on raven wings to the west 
to find out where the sun goes when it dies 
but never returns from white flame of death 
when I dream one million years in the pool. 

Cold bitter wind that blows up from the sea 
steals pages from the book I cannot find 
though I climb in the red oak on the hill 
and search for angels swimming in green waves 
as if they would bring apples to my hand 
while I dream one million years in the pool. 

The soft voice of eerie Mercury light, 
which calls me from the book inside the sun, 
reflects strange face in mirror of the moon 
who sings to me before I wake at dawn 
each time I call to mother of the sky 
though I dream one million years in the pool. 

The wild explosion of the lightning strike, 
that curls around taut whirling of my heart, 
reveals stark truth of horror I accept 
when cannons blast the castle walls to dust 
that covers skull of my mother who sings 
as I dream one million years in the pool. 

Alone in rubble of the castle hall, 
I watch ten thousand silver ravens fly 
straight up across harsh buzzing of the sky, 
so I paint charging bulls on the cave wall 
to calculate dire wisdom of the rule 
how I dream one million years in the pool. 

While my mind glows hot as the burning bush 
with visions of some strange future I fear, 
Jesus escapes from bloody crucifix 
to tend my wounds with gentle healing touch, 
then takes my hand and bids me rise from death, 
yet I dream one million years in the pool. 

While human empires rise and fall in waves 
that wash around the world in bloody wars 
I stand on pyramid of the One Eye 
and write the names of the dead in my book 
which grows into enormous vampire god 
if I dream one million years in the pool. 

Along misty Sligachan River shore, 
that flows from pages of the ancient book, 
I walk toward castle of the Fairy Queen 
where Scathach invites me to eat and drink, 
so I play harp and chant weird spells that ask 
why I dream one million years in the pool.