Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Safe In My Shadow

Safe In My Shadow
© Surazeus
2024 10 29

Safe in my shadow living upside down, 
I ask the meadowlark of yellow flight 
if light can find me in the sudden dawn, 
but I drink sorrow from the ice cream float  
with fervent eyes of individual choice 
concerning who will wear my paper face. 

Safe in my shadow drinking waterfalls, 
I wander slowly in deliberate gleam 
to help decode tune of cathedral bells 
so I can understand why she feels glum 
that every organic creature knows death 
and must invent their own doctrine of faith. 

Safe in my shadow singing to dead gods, 
I play electric lyre Hermes designed 
to conjure ghosts of people killed in wars 
from shattered ruins of their hopes and dreams 
that drip oil red as blood down withered cheeks 
so we understand why the caged crow laughs. 

Safe in my shadow painting nameless ghosts, 
I peer through clear galactic prism eye 
to see shy sprites of flowers dancing free 
while children play chase in far desert lands 
till bombs erase them from dream of the Earth 
though I program concepts of happiness. 

Safe in my shadow counting burned-out stars, 
I photograph bright faces of the dead, 
then hang their portraits on bank-lobby walls 
so people see them as important beings 
composed of light with no absolute form 
who float on their backs in the fishy lake. 

Safe in my shadow thinking about fate, 
I calculate each choice I have to make 
to navigate confusing maze of myths 
where idols of dead gods provide template 
for their character I could emulate, 
except I know just who I really am. 

Safe in my shadow dwelling in dream cave, 
I carve elaborate hieroglyphs on stones 
to show how radiant waves of light will weave 
vast undulant matrix of fractal panes 
in mental construct of time-shifting world 
where frightened slaves wait for the cosmic herald. 

Safe in my shadow believing in love, 
I analyze the weird mercurial ways 
of gods who hide soul secrets in their cave 
about effects sparked by the primal cause 
when Earth spins from first flash of the big bang 
which gleams in diamond on my wedding ring. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds Ophelia safe in her shadow writing names of fairies who dwell in flowers and herbs in her leather-bound grimoire.

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