Paper Castle Towers

Paper Castle Towers
© Surazeus
2025 07 21

I will float gently into the good night 
after tromping around the world of dreams 
for eighty years from sea to shining sea, 
parading with fairies, weirdos, and freaks 
in grand procession lead by Dionysus 
to break down the walls of Heaven with song. 

Dancing at the Oregon Country Fair, 
I drink star-angel mead from the rainbow fairy 
whose golden eyes reflect eternity, 
so I transform into the Spotted Owl 
and glide ten million years in mountain woods 
till I return to my frail human body. 

When I ask the rainbow fairy at dawn 
why we are born to struggle in this world, 
she smiles and gives me diamond of her heart 
in which I see the universe evolve 
as galaxies spiral from the first flash 
to nurture planets teeming with god souls. 

Awake from theory of the floating mountain, 
I build transcendent bridge no one can cross 
where billions of ghosts gather in gold mist 
to hide their sorrows in pockets of time 
beneath the strawberry clouds of true faith 
so we can live in paper castle towers. 

She asks me if I understand the truth 
about how water always flows downward, 
but I gaze through the mirror of my mind 
to watch the beautiful people of pain 
paint their faces with blood-colored stripes 
while Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury. 

Descended from enormous dinosaurs, 
the gold-eyed sparrow in the silver birch 
sings sweetly of romance that fills our hearts 
with shimmering shadows of the mirror mind 
that helps us thinking apes accept the fact 
that we are not gods and we all will die. 

Dress in light yellow gown of lace and love, 
black-eyed Shulan twirls by the fountain pool, 
then gives me orchid of her lonely heart 
so we hold hands and stroll along the river 
where Queen Sequana gives us pears to eat 
while seer Belenus prophesies our future. 

Assembling in sacred Ring of Brodgar, 
we palm our hands and hum in harmony 
as Kwan Yin floats on white swan-wings of faith 
to bestow blessing of wisdom on us 
who write our secrets in the book of truth 
as we float gently into the good night.