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Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Colors Of Her Heart

Colors Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 06 10

Because she sings the colors of her heart 
with silent vigilance of flowing words, 
time bears new trails of pungent eglantine 
along frail rivers of forgotten lore 
from which she lifts her gaze of ritual dream 
to hide sweet sorrow with the mirror mask. 

Return of hope from colors of her heart 
reveals forgotten trees of absent fruit, 
how she floats light on memory of dark waves 
to dream our birth from Mother of the Sea 
who leads us crawling diamond river flow 
to dance in windless sorrow without rest. 

No subtle flash with colors of her heart 
cracks thought foundation of our empire state 
though she forgets with flutter of dry leaves 
where she must go to find her secret self 
who finds safe haven within mirrored walls 
of every home she lives for eighty years. 

Excited book with colors of her heart 
spreads frail demonic wings of solitude 
to count aggressive days of honest work 
defining courage of the humble man 
who dares oppose cruel tyrant of the stone 
that crushes castles made of crumbling sand. 

Through current theme in colors of her heart 
she sells fake tickets to the Afterlife, 
performed by tricksters in cathedral hall 
concealed by theater of the absurd 
built firm on ancient graves of hungry gods 
whose absence haunts the empty sky of prayers. 

To measure shape for colors of her heart, 
detached from fierce desires of programmed brains, 
she plants thin apple sapling by the gate 
so tree of knowledge may sprout angel wings 
with gentle wave of strict expansive growth 
surrounding field of skulls with writhing walls. 

Strange voices toned by colors of her heart 
present new method for the soul to bloom 
by standing tall against oppressive gangs 
who kidnap honest angels from their homes 
at risk of social injury bound by code 
that guides how we should protest peacefully. 

Because she draws the colors of her heart 
as complex map of psychic energy 
depicting landscape of the virtual world 
that shimmers in clear sphere of mental space, 
she defines scope of alphabetic spells 
that indicate the right thing we must do. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits is mother Calliope in the assisted living home to record the stories of her life she whispers soft as apple leaves.

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