Marble Statue Of Orpheus

Marble Statue Of Orpheus
© Surazeus
2025 10 01

This meaningless hour of unsinging thought 
disturbs calm surface of the universe 
with wretched respect of honorable faith 
that tears pristine fabric of time and space 
from tears that stain the most beautiful face 
while boulders tumble down the mountain slope. 

Sad how wild children of the broken road 
decide not to build their new city maze 
beside the tumbling river of contempt 
because if they could organize their plans 
they would conquer all empires of the world 
to unionize rival gangs in one state. 

Yet the more the tyrant tries to control 
how we assemble facts in grand world view, 
the more we construct new theologies 
that clash in fierce conceptual war of truths 
till all our stories tangle strands of fate 
in one great tragedy of fractured faith. 

So I stare at calm surface of the pond 
with vain hope to perceive the face of God 
reflected back at me from depths of doom, 
though I decode my calculated plan 
with strangled formulas of social games 
for which no winners are ever declared. 

Still lost in never-ending maze of myths, 
I try to repair with gold as the glue 
the broken idol of each nameless god 
once worshipped by millions of breathing souls 
whose voices dissipate in winter winds 
that whistle wistfully around brick walls. 

Too many idols of forgotten gods 
lie strewn in fragments on the holy ground 
where archaeologists search through lies 
to find the simple beauty of each life, 
which they performed while blood fueled their hopes, 
preserved in records by the tongueless clown. 

With every hour that flashes through my eyes 
I reinvent same meaning for my life 
as lamp to guide my journey in the dark 
where I still hope to find the magic ring 
that renders me invisible to Death 
so I can find the hymn-praised Promised Land. 

Stuck somewhere in the endless maze of myths, 
with book and pen to write tale of my quest, 
I stare at marble statue of Orpheus 
to understand true nature of his love 
for sweet Ophelia floating in the stream 
who journeys west with flowers in her hair.