Angels Always Sing

Angels Always Sing
© Surazeus
2025 05 24

Because angels in Heaven always sing, 
praising glorious beauty of the Sun Soul, 
I love to dive down in the messy world 
and walk in fragile meat-bag of this self 
that wanders ungracefully anywhere 
to imitate songs angels always sing. 

Forgetting I am real with hungry heart, 
I gaze with awe at beauty of the sun 
that weaves this messy world from rays of light, 
so I float blissfully on futile wings 
to experience freedom of surreal dreams 
till pain drags me back down to solid Earth. 

Soft sea breeze wafting from sun-sparkling waves 
embraces me with surging energy 
that fills me with compassion for all beings 
though some attack me to control my soul 
which forces me to fight for liberty 
so I weep I must kill to remain free. 

Sometimes, while wandering on the signless road 
far beyond crowded city maze of hope, 
I wonder if I fell on tattered wings 
from flaming wisdom of the shooting star 
for I feel urgent passion to transcend 
corruptive framework of this seething world. 

Because this messy world of tragedy 
throbs with silent agony of faith 
I feel eternal music of the stars 
pulsing deep in clenched knot of my heart 
so I relax and open flower wings 
releasing music of angels in song. 

Though my mother calls me Persephone 
with soft voice half-whispered in restless wind, 
I become one mind with the gate of death 
to walk with courage of bold dignity 
in rancid cavern of the jewel mine 
where I sing sacred music of the stars. 

Deep in dank cave of suffocating gloom 
I scatter flowers on the sun-starved ground 
as wind whistles tunes in my hollow bones 
that wake the dead from slumber of despair 
who follow me back to the upperworld 
where they transform into white butterflies. 

Shocked at bright beauty of the Sun Soul, 
I gaze at Phoebus with adoring eyes 
who gives me apple of the bleeding star 
that cures my body of poisonous fruit, 
so I embrace him with passionate love 
as we transform into child of our hearts.