Their Names In Clouds

Their Names In Clouds
© Surazeus
2025 04 29

I hear sad Rachael singing in the field 
while weeping at the tomb where Jacob lies, 
so I record the verses of her voice 
that women for their dead husbands still sing, 
even as their homes are destroyed by bombs, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Miranda singing by the sea 
where the grand ship sank in tempest of hope 
till Ferdinand rises dripping from waves 
and brings her the diamond of star-god eyes 
which she transforms into the child of faith, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Dulcinea singing with joy 
as she milks cows by the giant windmill 
where Knight of the Woeful Countenance sighs 
with anguish of love that grows in his heart 
for illusion of the Woman he fears, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Asenath singing in grove 
where dates ripen in exotic sun glare 
as ibis flap wings among river reeds 
when Joseph arrives after storing grain 
and gives her gold grail with three emeralds, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Ophelia singing by the river 
where she tends lush garden of blooming herbs 
while Hamlet lounges by the willow tree, 
strumming lute of the lonely troubadour, 
and compares her to the bright summer day, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Anahita singing at dawn 
in cave of illusions where demons dance 
so Mithras enthrones her on the chariot 
which he drives in the streets of Kangavar 
where thousands sing hymn of praise to her name, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear Cinderella singing folk ballads 
while tending castle hearth in vestal robes 
till she finds Mercutio in the goat shed 
hiding from fierce brothers of Rosaline, 
so she bathes him and holds him in her arms, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds. 

I hear lonely girls singing in their rooms 
as they write gothic poems in jagged lines 
which they post on their social media sites, 
then dance with aching hearts in weird moonlight 
to hide from toxic masculinity, 
yet the Enchanter writes their names in clouds.