Goldfinch Of Nostalgia

Goldfinch Of Nostalgia
© Surazeus
2025 03 02

When the goldfinch of nostalgia steals his name 
with busy awkwardness of splashless rain, 
he pours himself tall glass of Merlot wine 
to regulate excessive flash of time. 
Her eyes pretend to conjure spring from death, 
dispersing seeds when bells unwind the clock. 

Bright green flows the river, and sand gleams gold, 
so Tracy dances in long gown of lace 
to feel how urgent waves of untime fold 
in tangled solitude of psychic space. 
Bare limbs of the special sun-woven tree 
lean gracefully over the finite sea. 

She summons him with tragic voice of hope 
broadcast over the radio at midnight, 
concerned about death of the lonely pope 
who fries fish for her meal with second sight. 
Weird blueness of the alligator lake 
sparks her most ancient ancestor awake. 

Moonlight fills her bedroom with ghost of words 
who gives her cup of secret honey juice, 
so she drinks sorrow of eccentric birds 
till he drives her back home to Andaluz. 
Iberian chiffchaff flutters sun-gold wings 
deep in the Pyrenees where Triton sings. 

Since he leaves home to wander mountain vales 
on endless quest to find the Demon Book, 
his trail unfolds in spell of fairy tales 
which alters spiral of the warm chinook. 
Still Justice searches landscape of her heart 
to find secret cave of Truth on the chart. 

Forgetting why she walks the country road 
toward blazing sunset of eternity, 
she asks voiceless God if he is the toad 
who never comes back from modernity. 
He asks her name when they meet by the pool, 
so she gives him newly-invented tool. 

Progressive growth of social values proves 
fair justice and truth will always prevail 
despite how slowly Jupiter approves 
project to measure their hearts on love scale. 
While he surveils the world of broken hearts, 
she puts baskets of fruit in market carts. 

Now she will never go to Innisfree 
to bury her sister in fertile soil 
so her rotten corpse may feed the pear tree 
with painful love they earn from bitter toil. 
Between two realms they remember how breath 
exhibits sacred spirit of the rock.