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Saturday, December 13, 2025

Between Her World And Mine

Between Her World And Mine
© Surazeus
2025 12 13

If angel of light descends from the stars 
and chooses to glow outside my locked door, 
the vast distance between her world and mine 
haunts my heart with intense desire to know, 
so I sing ache of my hope to embrace 
grace of her beauty long lost from this world. 

Stunned by assertive passion of strange eyes, 
I wander mute in forest of sad winds 
to lie beside the shallow pool of frogs 
till I sense invisible shift of light 
that pulses with palpable vibe of truth 
since I contain the world inside my breast. 

Surrounded by waving ferns of concern, 
I reach out to touch white moth of the moon, 
and muse if angel of light may return 
while I curl roots of my passionate hope 
in sun-thawed soil of our slow-spinning globe 
to contemplate relentless change of forms. 

Awake in moon-shadow of ardent faith, 
I gather dismembered fragments of dreams 
to patch strange memories with threads of fate, 
framed by clumsy gratitude of bright eyes 
that stare through useless clouds of urgent joy 
as unseen bats that constellate my heart. 

They crowd my empty room before midnight, 
those faceless ghosts of people I once knew, 
who gather to discuss risk management 
by filling boxes with thick documents 
that analyze how floods destroy small towns 
where mothers cook us potatoes and corn. 

I study densities of river stones 
in long reports about anger repressed 
based on paintings that crowd ten thousand rooms 
where angels dwell in landscapes of lost worlds 
to ponder why choices result in how 
we sail boats on floods from electric storms. 

Invulnerable books of recognized myths 
detail each time in history of mankind 
angel of light hovers by my locked door, 
so I record another song of love 
contrived from psychotic anxiety 
that flashes meteors across my mind. 

I shall organize schedule of events 
to render strong semantics mirrors seal 
through iridescent thoughts of angel wings 
that bring my true love safe around the world 
when she appears outside door of my heart 
and I open wide to embrace her close. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus welcomes Ophelia home when she returns to Scotland after visiting her mother in the distant river valleys of Scythia.

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