Chapel Of My Heart

Chapel Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 05 10

When my thoughts become stairs of molten glass 
I climb so my footsteps sing honey blood 
that feeds blind ghosts who unroll tinsel wings 
and whisper secrets to shape jagged leaves 
for horse made of clocks who devours the sky 
then rests inside the chapel of my heart. 

Each time I meet my self on signless road, 
as statue forged from light of turbid words, 
my hands design new paper gods of faith 
for lonely children with butterfly feet 
to hide divinity inside their bones 
because the moon ballets on broken roofs. 

Despite how seabeds fashioned from silk clouds 
reflect horse souls of newspaper and blood, 
shy Gabriel types tales on turtle shells 
with ink of peach juice bleeding from our eyes 
which crack as eggshells at song of the sea 
so flocks of clocks glide bright in bitter dusk. 

He finds glass tower where Rapunzel waits 
for mirror god to ride steel horse of gears 
and bring her violin from muddy swamp 
so she can play sweet elegies of hope 
that raise the dead from blurry photographs 
who ask the bronze crow why she never cries. 

Despite insurance purchased by the clown 
the asphalt alligator dials my brain 
though I chant futile liturgy of dust 
to trap the arrogant through promises 
they translate back from static of law codes 
distorted by the forest fog of faith. 

Before confession of the laughing cow, 
dragged down by gushing river of fake thoughts, 
the River Walker drinks wine of despair 
shaped by long absences of haughty gods 
who drive fast cars on blistered skin of Earth 
in futile race with Mary on her bike. 

Still lacking grief he purchases from love, 
bored Gabriel decides to stitch with threads 
of scarlet lust the tattered paper coat 
which pretty Death wears as young debutante 
to skate iced pond still veined with pale decay 
before third coming of the greedy lord. 

Thus snowflakes long oblivious to time 
paint smooth unwrinkled face of cosmic truth 
to mask my face before I turn to stone 
and measure permanence of fleeting words 
that bathe our naked souls in amber light 
when they sing inside chapel of my heart.