Shadow Of The Burning Book

Shadow Of The Burning Book
© Surazeus
2025 06 12

When the water sprite of bitter regret 
smells blood of my sorrow in river flow, 
he rises dripping from pool of my heart 
and races toward me with thirst of despair 
from blind lust to consume my glowing soul, 
but I dispel him with heart-warming songs. 

My body luminous with phantom joy, 
I build elaborate bridges of dream words 
between our hearts to bind our fates with love 
as psychic spider weaving tapestries 
from half-remembered memories in tales 
that form flexible matrix of our minds. 

Through traced triangle of the fractured sky, 
reflecting faces of dead gods in mirror 
fragmented by the freezing fear of fate, 
I speak weed language of the surging sea 
with bioluminescent angst of faith 
transformed from embryonic words of truth. 

Drowned in flung sorrow of the nowhere else, 
I stop regressing past the broken gate 
and gaze in piercing eyes of her pure soul 
to see landscape of Earth on her vast face 
as her generous hand offers fruit of trust 
that fills my heart with raindrops sparkling light. 

Wild trees dance back and forth in flashing sky 
to mirror dreams of walking through dark woods 
when I touch face of each strange nameless soul 
who smiles at me from shimmer of soft hope 
which resurrects my bones from boundless grave 
so I may flutter on gold heron wings. 

If Death dares arrest passion of my heart 
I vow to break open cathedral doors 
and write spells of truth with hot dragon blood 
on gold idol of my crucified god 
to conjure from cold Hell demonic clown 
who mocks ambition of my haughty heart. 

When film of life where I play starring role 
crinkles from heat of my arrogant brain, 
I hurl mask of my face at temple wall, 
then paint vast mural from lost epic age 
that shows gods fighting for supremacy 
in wars that crush the innocent and kind. 

Through unrequited love for faceless trees 
I worship weird amazement of respect, 
now more adept at casting spells to catch 
mischievous spirits born from river stones 
who leap from shadow of the burning book 
to assure us all we are not yet dead.