Sunday, August 17, 2025

Nature-Wise Woman

Nature-Wise Woman
© Surazeus
2025 08 17

The nature-wise woman in the white dress, 
who disappears in vast mirror of words, 
scatters puzzling fragments of her glass soul 
as seeds in pungent soil of anywhere 
so children of the laughing tree spring tall 
to float in rotating sky of the mind. 

Let Death come slowly as drifting snowflakes 
with frail perfection of the glacier mask 
that cracks awake at surrender to fate 
when we explore the wilderness of words 
because she believes that if Time is God 
then Memory is the Devil we still follow. 

Because the dead can never hear me sing 
through whistle of the tea kettle and train, 
I strive to transcend the ghost of my brain 
who weaves my sorrow into angel wing 
so I lounge safe in backyard of my home, 
refusing to misunderstand desire. 

Dazzling silence blows cold with tenderness 
despite frank fullness of the thoughtful moon 
though dreams I hid with limited surprise 
always seem to be for sale at the store 
trapped in the voice box of the naked god 
who asks me to close my eyes with new faith. 

My heartbeat records history of mankind 
who sails the sea that shimmers in my eyes 
without admitting that we weep with hope 
for somewhere to build home of singing skulls 
with both hands extended to the rich sky 
in restless search for meaning in the stone. 

Searching outside paradise, I engage 
with diverse voices of strangers I love 
who stand on stones by rivers of respect 
to sing strange ache of sorrow from their hearts 
in psalms preserved by tongueless scribes of faith 
who write our secret thoughts with angel blood. 

Sweet miracle through the spider of fate 
inspires my heart to slog in swamp of words 
with delicate wings of swift hummingbirds 
so laughing girls who crowd around the gate 
share fruit they gather in the misty woods 
while weaving wreaths from sorrow of my heart. 

Though all the people I have met in life 
are somewhere far away on road of hope, 
I see their faces in waves of the sea 
shining with feathers of electric birds 
who flock around woman in the white dress 
to savor blueness of the timeless sky. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus accepts the challenge to sing about strange beauty of the naked soul that humans attempt to mask with faith.

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