Fields Of Mute Bones

Fields Of Mute Bones
© Surazeus
2026 01 31

Young silent menace wanders mountain trails 
to find ghosts of her childhood by the lake 
where flowers transform our bodies of flesh 
to unseen beauty of assertive faith, 
yet search for secret identity fails 
through revelation of the falling rain. 

Awake in forest of anxieties 
without broken lamp of Diogenes, 
he gathers apples in basket of faith, 
yet ponders cost of his self-sacrifice 
to save the world from tyranny of greed 
when men destroy what they cannot possess. 

When she brings wet lavender to his home 
and gives him cinnamon of her desire, 
he gives her cheerful sparrow of his heart, 
so they sit by the pool of gold moonlight 
and smile shyly as they eat apple pie 
while they invent new language of their love. 

Her song of longing wakes him from strange dream 
so he gathers stones of the mountain trail 
to repair crumbling wall of paradise 
and fix the leaky roof of their small house 
to keep her warm and dry in winter rains 
that weave new rivers in fields of mute bones. 

Because his homeland has become deep well 
that fountains sorrow from his wounded chest, 
he gives loaves of bread with honey and nuts 
to all his neighbors in dark anxious woods, 
then kneels before shrine of the faceless god 
carved from scented pine that gleams in ice rain. 

While he is sweating in fever of fear, 
she nourishes his wisdom-wounded heart 
with milk of stellar light drawn from the moon 
that writhes trapped in limbs of the hawthorn tree 
though she prays to the impossible sky 
for miracle from stones that question why. 

Stopping as she gathers herbs in dark woods, 
she observes the clock of infinite time 
that ticks in trunk of the elegant tree 
to measure transformation of her heart 
urged by pain to assume passionate love 
for every creature living in the world. 

Breathing ethereal spirit of the moon, 
she determines to remain honorable 
with plan to survive evil of this world, 
so she hugs him when he wakes from weird dream, 
and caresses his cheek with ghostly hand 
that dissipates into swirls of snowflakes.