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Monday, December 8, 2025

Opal Sea Of Ghosts

Opal Sea Of Ghosts
© Surazeus
2025 12 08

I love to sail the opal sea of ghosts 
along emerald Sunado Mountain Range 
where sly trickster raven Kwekwaxawe 
transforms from shadow of uncanny truth 
to unleash wanton wisdom of the heart 
that worms demonic spirit in my brain. 

Soft breezes of voluptuous mountain pines 
reveal strange boundless beauty of this Earth 
when silent flashing wings of silver gulls 
emerge from flaming fog of sudden hope 
to prove immortal spirit of my genes 
remembers every life of bodied lust. 

When snarling man disguised as feral wolf 
hurls bitter spear of rage at my soft heart, 
I somersault on rainbow bridge of faith 
to dodge aggressive grasp of hungry hands 
by leaping with black feathered cape of hope 
so I soar far beyond greed of his hate. 

Strange howl of aching wisdom in my heart, 
that surges harsh from visceral angst of faith, 
expands exotic consciousness of truth 
through fierce arousal of fluttering wings 
to seize somatic structure of my soul 
so I become true person of my brain. 

Ferocious beauty of the opal sea, 
refracting demons through my sapphire eyes, 
inspires my heart to solve anomaly 
contrasting discipline of holy works 
with frantic faith of psychic cryptograms 
that encode memories of ancestral lives. 

With graceful stroke of luck in random fate 
I row sleek riverboat with urgent flow 
past crystal mountain range of jagged peaks 
where raven spirit of immortal genes 
has flown my body twenty thousand years 
through mist-veiled valley of our singing skulls. 

Occult theology devised by monks 
reveals celestial beauty of the horse 
who watches me with star-black eyes of trust 
when I approach her sacred apple grove 
to offer succulent fruit of my heart 
with furtive playfulness of honest love. 

Soul nurtured by the opal sea of ghosts, 
I flap arm-wings of raven-feathered robe 
to dance around bright solar eye of truth 
in sacred pale of heavenly respect, 
then gesture hands to carve from Tree of Life 
sleek ship on which I sail vast tides of change. 



2 comments:

  1. Orpheus explores cave in the Olympic Mountains where he finds an ancient lyre made from a turtle shell with strings from stomach muscles of the swift-galloping horse.

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  2. The Opal Sea
    Ella Higginson

    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52103/the-opal-sea

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