Her Grave In My Heart

Her Grave In My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 06 04

After I turn back at shiver of fear, 
when shadow from the angel of death looms 
cold as dark thunderclouds blotting the sun, 
Death turns into small stone angel with wings 
past which small kitten with fierce dragon eyes 
prances boldly toward me on hell-bent paws. 

As I kneel down in cemetery grass 
to pet the kitten with green dragon eyes 
I ponder weird question of origins 
embodied by the stone on the sea shore 
where girls veiled by rain dig oysters and clams 
while they sing in rhythm with sunlit waves. 

Balanced on tip of the slow-spinning world, 
contained by structure of cerulean skies, 
I hesitate to reveal secret dreams 
in which the world crumbles into weird words, 
though I arrange syllables of cold hours 
with absolute assurance of the truth. 

Because the ever-flowing stream of time 
illuminates strange concepts of my mind, 
I adjust dark melancholy of fate 
to awaken divine consciousness of self 
from sloughing agony of wretched pain 
through clarity of language I design. 

Drowsy with innocent naivete 
that crouches on the stone in mute toad form, 
I measure strict vibration of despair 
contained within minute eye of the sun 
that gleams gold above horizon of hope 
while silver waves erode the rocky shore. 

When Death knocks on my mirrored chamber door 
the star-eyed Angel of Hope shields my heart 
from agony that millions of souls suffer 
though I hear shriek of their desperate prayers 
in songs of birds that flit in apple trees 
while people drive cars on highways of fear. 

Her voice shimmers in shadow of the cloud, 
floating over harbor of broken ships, 
which darkens roofs of houses full of ghosts, 
and cools blank stone of her grave in my heart 
slowly moving across immobile hills 
while the sparrow flies at the window sky. 

The stone angel with wings in dew-wet grass 
in cheerful cemetery by the sea 
watches me with moon-black eyes of respect 
while I consume and create surreal dreams, 
because if I look away from her face 
Death will transform from mute stone and attack.