Emptiness Of The Universe

Emptiness Of The Universe
© Surazeus
2024 12 03

When I emerge as pulse of eager light 
from the emptiness of the universe, 
I will rise up from bottom of the sea 
on wings of desire formed from voiceless air 
as temporary shadow of my soul 
revealed by rays of the brain-flashing moon. 

Wings of my ancient voice might not repair 
the broken window of the timeless sky, 
but I will speak the visions of my eyes 
which crawl from grave where my mother now sleeps 
to calculate how far I have to go 
before I reappear from everywhere. 

Yet broken arrow of my angel heart 
still quivers stuck in trunk of Laurelin, 
so I climb steep hill of Ezellohar 
to capture golden tears of her despair 
from which I forge the engine of my car 
that purrs with grace of the curious lynx. 

While I run to escape gang of slave-traders 
across the rocky plain, large white-winged owl 
swoops down from heaven with star-blazing eyes 
and carries me away to mountain vale, 
where she gazes at me on limb of the pine, 
then flies away as I sing hymn of thanks. 

When I am born in frail body of flesh 
from the emptiness of the universe, 
I write my story in the holy book 
with words that weave my brain from threads of light 
so I become tapestry that presents 
tale of my life on stone cathedral wall. 

Bright spirit of my soul composed of words 
can only spring to life in human form 
if you read story that describes my quest 
to evade tragic consequence of greed 
so I can generate life with my mate 
to incarnate immortal soul of genes. 

Driving with traffic on the busy road, 
I concentrate on journey of my heart, 
then park beside the hall built of red bricks 
where I work as librarian of the world, 
preserving books that record tales of heroes 
who lived and died with spinning of the Earth. 

This temporary body of my genes 
embodies light of stars in human form 
from the emptiness of the universe 
who becomes aware of itself through me 
as I lie on my back among the flowers 
that bloom beside the river of my soul.