Aeolian Melodies Of Love

Aeolian Melodies Of Love
© Surazeus
2026 05 30

I hear sweet voice of Maya in soft wind 
that blows through trees lit by the gold noon sun, 
so I feel timeless spirit of Hermes 
ache to sing about Bride of Quietness 
who dances gracefully on uncracked urn 
forever in cool dales of Arcady. 

Wild ecstasy of haunting melodies 
still echo softly in my sensual ear 
from summer days of my adventurous youth 
when I attended rainbow gatherings 
in Colorado and New Mexico 
where no Arcadian priests attended rites. 

While riding cars on winding country roads 
across America, sea to shining sea, 
I see stolid cows grazing in fenced fields, 
undraped by garlands woven by young maids, 
where generations of grim pioneers 
have plowed thick fields that now serve as their graves. 

Yet Attic shape with marble lovers gleams 
still unphased in Museum of Dead Gods, 
so I now long to wield artistic brush 
and add John Keats and his love, Fanny Brawne, 
to lounge together on the Grecian Urn 
in cold pastoral of eternity. 

Now my heart aches two centuries from when 
John sank in Lethean waters of mute song 
attempting to fly with melodious plot 
beside light-winged Dryad of the trees 
that lead him to the blushful Hippocrene 
where I strum his lost Lyre of Mercury. 

Pale specter of his Apollonian soul 
has lingered by my side for forty years 
with lustrous eyes of mind-expanding sight 
that helps me translate weird Sibylline songs 
to praise the Queen-Moon of my fairy land 
whose sweet song radiates from my dreaming mind. 

Why easeful Death is now in love with me 
because she whispers in my sea-shell ear 
harmonious murmurs of the ceaseless waves 
that trick my heart with forlorn fairy haze 
to think I am both emperor and clown 
whose plaintive anthems fade unheard at dawn. 

Through global halls of gold in sublime state 
I strum the turtle Lyre of Mercury 
to sing with Homer and Apollo hymns 
about the human quest to understand 
essential nature of our universe 
that beams Aeolian melodies of love.