You In Library Of Light

You In Library Of Light
© Surazeus
2024 01 08

When I see you in library of light, 
glaring beyond ghost of my displaced soul, 
I reverse every mirror in the world 
to prove my body is water and dirt, 
so I leap out through window of the house 
to journey nowhere with the singing fish. 

When I find you in library of light, 
searching for someone who is not like you, 
I plaster my body in the white wall 
so all my memories become fairy tales 
that children read before they go to bed 
about my journey with the witty wolf. 

When I paint you in library of light, 
inventing new world where people are free 
to live as they desire with fear of death, 
I undig grave where my soul will rot 
with unfulfilled dreams of the puppeteer 
who dances by lake of the screaming star. 

When I wake you in library of light, 
explaining how magic car engines work, 
I float up backward in the Pantheon 
with secret plans to fix the broken world 
where we hold weddings on the writhing bridge 
though I hide my face in the photograph. 

When I sense you in library of light, 
chatting with the seraph with six glass wings, 
I tend my garden by river of souls 
to translate sorrow of the bleeding moon 
from tragedy to comedy of love 
though bombs keep blasting Paradise to Hell. 

When I hear you in library of light, 
chatting with the eerie silence of God, 
I map each haunted castle in the world 
to translate song of the sea to sad psalms 
that horses on doleful hills love to sing 
because love is dark emptiness of hope. 

When I lose you in library of light, 
walking alone in darkness of despair, 
I kneel by Fountain of the Flying Horse 
to fill grail with water for you to drink 
so we can climb the Mountain of the Muse 
and become one with spirit of the wraith. 

When I am you in library of light, 
leaping on crippled wings beyond Now State, 
I embody Earth in my dreaming brain 
as billions of my ancestors in me 
who will reincarnate immortal soul 
of genes in descendants I generate.