Map Of Blood On Her Skin

Map Of Blood On Her Skin
© Surazeus
2025 06 27

Because sad eyes of wingless crows perceive 
flow of my blood in body of the world, 
the water of the river speaks to me 
about my faceless lover of the wind 
who glows from flaming beams of the dawn sun 
that eject despair from darkness of hope. 

Your flaming heart that dispels gloom of fear 
reveals the world to be more beautiful 
where human beings are butterflies on flowers 
who find new strength from turmoil of the sea 
to walk upon wild waves of changing times 
with balanced courage of dream-singing trees. 

Your moon-bright eyes of holy solitude 
illuminate dark signless road of hope 
where I walk toward the future I invent 
by weaving words in tapestry of tales 
defining how I think the world should be 
where every person lives happy and free. 

Celestial whispers of the long-dead stars 
infuse the air we breathe with vain desires 
that fuel our journey to the Promised Land 
where bitter rebels wrestle giant gods, 
then give their treasures to the cheering crowd 
as gifts that seal social contracts of faith. 

Wings of gulls conceal vastness of the sea 
where Mother of Mankind walks on gold sand 
while suffering draws map of blood on her skin 
which shows me how to live with honest joy 
as I hold hands with the soul I love most 
who gives me fruit she steals from snake of lust. 

When shadows of my words reverberate 
as subtle echo of my formless thoughts 
across the hollow space between our souls, 
I feel influence of my heart vibrate 
in symbols that project my fantasies 
within flexible framework of respect. 

Bright shadow ring of thoughts formed into words 
undulates outward from crystalline core 
through strict concentric spirals of respect 
in ripples that weave matrix of our minds 
as organic bodies souls animate, 
which translates genetic memories to dreams. 

The solid ground of Earth on which I walk 
spreads out from hearth of my blood-heated heart 
in all directions to form giant globe 
which slowly spins in void of glowing stars 
so I listen to trees and rivers sing 
elaborate tale of adventure I seek.