Pactolus River Of Fate

Pactolus River Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 03 12

If rain erases motorcars from time, 
deleting time machines from dream of light, 
then I will reinvent the piston engine 
so I can teleport on rubber wheels 
in chariot designed by Ezekiel 
with wheels Helios fashioned from desire. 

When Janus locks temple door of respect 
against small hands of King Midas at last, 
we shall find wealth, that bitter king of hate 
stole from treasure bank of our thriving state, 
washed into Pactolus River of Fate, 
so we may restore world democracy. 

Then humble Philomel, shepherd of souls 
attuned to emotional needs we hide, 
shall rise with divine power of the sky 
to lead us along Tagus River shore 
in our quest to find the lush Promised Land 
to thrive with peace in hills of Zathamar. 

Lounging on lush river shore by tall elm, 
Sirena herds sheep with attentive eyes, 
and sings harmonious melodies of hope 
in tune with swans that float on silver waves 
when comets blaze in brightness of her soul 
with calm in raging tempest of the world. 

Crowning her gold curls with wreath of pink blooms, 
Philomel plays haunting tunes on wood flute 
as graceful Sirena in long red skirt 
dances joyfully with cool evening breeze 
with gray-bearded Zephyrus brings them pears 
and teases her to marry his shy son. 

Adorned with pearls that gleam on her white breast, 
Sirena gathers berries, nuts, and eggs 
in baskets with her mother Ostara 
who teaches her to brew liquor from fruit 
which Philomel pours in clay jars of hope 
they bury by the river to ferment. 

Driving time-machine car from urban maze, 
swift as wind along winding country roads, 
Ezekiel arrives in Garden of Zatham, 
bringing Cinderella and Romeo 
to visit Juliet and Percival 
whose daughter Epona rides her white pony. 

Gathered at large round table of the feast, 
everyone drinks red wine to celebrate 
birth of our new nation Zarathia 
we build from ruins of America, 
then Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury 
while Ophelia sings Ballad of Hamlet.