Angel Wings Of Hope

Angel Wings Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 04 05

On this rainy Sunday morning at dawn 
after first full moon of transcendent light 
spawned by radiance of the Spring Equinox, 
I hear subtle wind of nurturing care 
animated by angel wings of hope 
on which I fly above vast maze of myths. 

My holy book of long-forgotten lore 
floats in tangled red threads of destiny 
within glass box of false eternity 
that spirals with galactic agency, 
animated by angel wings of hope 
on which I tumble from celestial realm. 

Eternal flame of black sublimity 
flares forth from seed of potential concept 
to bloom from nothing into something real 
as sacred flower of psychic energy 
animated by angel wings of hope 
from which I become my true divine self. 

Traversing hill of skulls at crack of dawn, 
I feel eternal light of ardent faith 
pierce wordless armor of my aching heart 
to see Clementine and Ophelia swim, 
animated by angel wings of hope 
to fill straw baskets with flowers and eggs. 

Just as I approach ancient ring of stones, 
bright rainbow beam of my beautiful truth 
reveals Eostre, fecund Goddess of Life, 
holding on her lap young child of her heart, 
animated by angel wings of hope 
to write tales of human life in Dream Book. 

Though tyrants in steel towers of blind greed 
kill men who defend their gardens of fruit, 
Aquaria transforms spirit of love 
from fear to child with eyes of timeless faith, 
animated by angel wings of hope 
to build new nation from ruins of war. 

When gold moon rises high on Phoenix wings, 
born from fertile womb of World Mother Sea, 
she sends her flighty son, wild Pegasus, 
to carry me across the windy steppes, 
animated by angel wings of hope, 
from which I ride to explore spinning Earth. 

Cells in my body split to formulate 
new body from blueprint of psychic code, 
designed by immortal soul of my genes 
to walk in blooming forest of the dead, 
animated by angel wings of hope 
as wingless angel wearing mask of light.