Primal Egg Of Thought

Primal Egg Of Thought
© Surazeus
2024 08 14

Beneath sad plum tree of the summer moon, 
she sings to faceless ghost of man she loves 
whose soul swirls in clouds over silent hills 
with slowly passing ache of the cold stream 
till gossamer wings she flutters with hope 
get stuck in fragile web of memories. 

Reaching her hands up to bright swirling clouds 
that cannot feel soft touch of her desire, 
she aches to become part of his whole heart, 
to merge with passion of his eager hope, 
sharing breath of wind that blows among trees, 
inseparable forever in a new soul. 

Awake in dusk that shrouds garden of apple trees, 
she feels her aching body disappear 
with flash of sunset vanishing in gloom, 
then faceless monster howls in dreamless doom, 
so she lurks in maze of memories to grasp 
fleeting stars that sparkle in her hand. 

Nothing more than child of shadow and wind, 
she clutches beating passion of her heart, 
closing her eyes against light of his eyes, 
then buries her rage in dank silent soil 
while whispering secrets of unspoken truth 
as tears fall between each elegant gasp. 

Eyes blinded by dark nothing of the moon, 
she wonders who she is becoming now 
as she analyzes with piercing eye 
each decision she makes to act and speak 
words of magic projecting her desire 
in swirls of wind that transform into stones. 

Huddled under plum tree of the sad moon, 
she feels numbness of desolate despair 
spread through her veins when a small spider bites 
her throbbing heart with bitter words of love, 
so she floats high above valley of time, 
wingless on wind that weaves her soul from rain. 

Tangled in endless web of rushing words 
that roar with soft voice of the rock-strewn stream, 
she shrinks down into primal egg of thought 
with stalemate of simultaneous delight, 
then reassembles puzzle of her mind 
which mirrors stillness of eternity. 

Beneath blind plum tree of the autumn moon, 
she stares at faceless ghost of her lost love 
who explains with trickling voice of the stream 
that the moon is moving away from Earth 
one inch each year till he will disappear, 
so she finds breath of love deep in her heart.