Celestial Stars Of Truth

Celestial Stars Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 04 17

Uncompromising laughter sinks the boat 
when flowers bloom from April blood of fear, 
so she stares deep in bullet of the heart 
to judge with fake authority of stones, 
but she will miss the way dead flowers droop, 
subjective thoughts of labor unfulfilled. 

Because no yellow cabs of honesty 
still gleam in silver fog of bored desire, 
Cassandra chews gum by the whisky bar 
and hides gun of despair in plastic purse, 
but smiles at every stranger in the rain 
who give her flowers that wilt before dawn. 

Inverse of shadow, ionized by faith, 
beams blatant silence at the bookstore lamp 
through photographic tricks, which magnify 
inert ambition fueling games of chance 
which no fool ever wins against the house 
that cracks and sinks into the hungry swamp. 

Rain splushing loud against her fractured heart 
enhances lonely shock of bitter hope 
that she decides means nothing to the man 
who plays role of her father in the game 
untwisting moral laws of fortitude 
which encode uncollected jokes of kings. 

Critical flame consuming books of tales 
frames how the humble tramp in baggy pants 
gives scarlet lily to the girl who cooks 
meals of eggs, potatoes, and buttered toast 
for grim-faced warriors of the Burning Cross 
who wage holy crusade against straw men. 

Inspired by jagged cliffs, battered by waves 
of relentless change, she gathers cracked stones 
from bleeding walls of paradise to build 
cathedral of contemplation from words 
children discard with eurythmic contempt 
for rotten leaves of fashion magazines. 

Her eyes behind lace curtain of desire 
express unspoken passion to share hope, 
so he breathes deep celestial stars of truth, 
then soars on invisible wings of love, 
swooping over phone lines of faceless words, 
then lands in garden where she tends fresh herbs. 

Enchanted by smile of wisdom she beams, 
he listens to soft voice of her strange soul 
describe weird vision of peace between tribes, 
then gives her brass cauldron he forged from faith 
so she cooks stew enough to feed the world 
from fish he catches in the mountain stream.