Muse Of Misty Moors

Muse Of Misty Moors
© Surazeus
2025 01 23

His breath contains strange music of the world 
when Mike breathes air of our souls in bone flute 
which arouses from graves of rattling bones 
every ghost who has ever lived on Earth, 
who swirl around him on the spotlit stage 
and haunt the audience with horror of hope. 

His hands light candles in deserted church 
as Mike prays to his muse of misty moors, 
Our Sad-Eyed Lady of One Thousand Doors, 
who whispers secret name of every soul 
alive somewhere on spinning globe of time 
who feel flame of her heart light up their eyes. 

His knees ache with decades of farming fields 
when Mike crouches to toss log in the hearth 
that crackles with seed of the sun-conceived 
at cry of shore birds on the mussel reefs, 
then cradles new-born baby in his arms 
and welcomes her to this mystical world. 

His fingers pluck dew-wet herbs from the garden 
as Mike collects eggs and berries in baskets, 
then grins to see the fluffy leveret hop 
with leaves of the fuchsia crunched by her teeth, 
then pats the tractor half-lurched in cold mud 
to enter cottage by the dragon sea. 

His eyes peer at the spinning compass arrow 
that always points the right way to perform 
role of the patriot in occupied land, 
yet Mike sets it carefully in the box 
with medals and photos of long-dead men 
shot by careless soldiers of the blind crown. 

His tongue is parched to taste delicious tea, 
so Mike fills crock with snow water of faith, 
then boils it on respectful flames to steep 
leaves of Cloud Mist Tea with just the right flow 
of sparkling water from the mountain peak, 
then sips sweet nectar of transcendent gods. 

His feet snuggle warm blanket by the hearth 
when Mike relaxes on cold wintry night 
to muse with snarky rustic grin, "My home 
is hollow between restless waves of time," 
then sips hot tea of cosmic confidence 
in his small town lit by the Milky Way. 

His hair swirls wild in morning wind of trust 
as Mike and Edna walk up stony path 
to pause among the fairy rings of friendship 
where he sings melody of faithful love 
while sitting with his wife on chilly stone 
for fifty years beside the windy pond.