Map Winds Of Ghosts

Map Winds Of Ghosts
© Surazeus
2024 09 24

Voice of the global wind no one can hear 
tells me weird secrets of people I meet 
who never speak outside language we share, 
yet with each person who gives me their name 
I map winds of their ghosts in fairy tales 
so I know where to find homes of the dead. 

Heart lured by mystery of the ocean wind, 
which knocks our family photos off the wall, 
I wander graveyards of comedians 
to understand why prophets of Ungod 
become jesters and clowns who satirize 
proud people in power with scathing jokes. 

When beautiful slim Death, in black lace dress, 
brings hemlock bouquet to my old oak fane, 
she offers secret of eternal life, 
but, though I gaze entranced in her black eyes, 
where I see enormous galaxies flash, 
I decline because I love how she sings. 

With delicate calligraphy of blood 
I write old lyric poems on lambskin scrolls 
that Death sings during timeless sunset glow 
as her soul absorbs scarlet rays of light 
till her cold gloom shrouds me in sweet despair 
my heart translates into passionate love. 

Inspired by mystery of the mountain wind, 
I map winds of ghosts with my angel voice 
so I see every place in the world 
on time-animated atlas of history 
where bazillions of nameless humans live 
and die with endless spinning of our globe. 

Though I try to capture them inside books 
winds of ghosts leak through fractures in time 
to pulse music in bodies of the lost 
who dance to measure of infinite hope 
through tragic choreography of love 
based on expression of the faceless god. 

Just as I think I understand it all 
this universe I perceive disappears, 
then reappears all jumbled into code 
of psychic riddles formulating tropes 
which I attempt to puzzle back from truth 
refracting matrix of my buzzing brain. 

Contracting cosmic energy of God 
in cubic stone of diamond innocence, 
so I can map winds of ghosts in world voice, 
I worship sparkles of the universe 
that tinkle melodies of timeless truth 
when crystal drops of rain preserve our names.