Raven In The Apple Tree

Raven In The Apple Tree
© Surazeus
2026 05 20 

Because the raven in the apple tree 
speaks ancient language of water on rocks 
that frame mysterious beauty of the world 
in tangled sentences of faithless words 
that mirror reverse image of my soul, 
I always walk backward through every door. 

Though I left homeland of Gothinia 
one hundred thousand years ago at dawn, 
I still feel frosty wind of snow-capped mountains 
swirl down across the endless steppes of sorrow 
which makes my heart ache with strange memories 
that leave me stranded on the Caspian shore. 

In eerie darkness of the endless night, 
as sparkling waves of hope swirl round my legs, 
I see bright angel descend from the moon 
in wind-blown dress of ambivalent wings 
to embrace my body with eager love 
that sparks soul of our child inside her heart. 

Yet star-eyed seraph hovering over me 
bestows on fragile mirror of my soul 
sacred name that signifies my dire fate 
which glows as lamp I bear in trembling hand 
to light my way across rough wilderness 
till tread of my feet blazes road of hope. 

Each road my feet blaze sea to shing sea 
becomes wheel-worn way across the land 
now paved with asphalt in the blistering sun 
where billions drive cars in circles of faith 
along passionate river of true love 
where we construct homes to shelter our hearts. 

When flock of swallows threads words of my heart 
across the endless steppes of shining wheat, 
I follow trail of wings through loneliness 
to find home of the sun beyond the sky 
with ache of longing in my homeless heart 
to eat sweet apples with you by the lake. 

While you dance gracefully in flowered field 
and laugh with ache of joy to be alive, 
I play uncanny melodies of love 
by twanging taut strings on turtle-shell lyre 
to sing of beauty in your smiling eyes 
that wake my heart from grave of bleak despair. 

Electra smiles bright as the morning sun 
as we embrace with hope by flowing stream 
to kiss in harmony with sparrow song 
that drenches our lithe bodies in sunlight 
so when we sink in nothingness of death 
we leave our children alive in the world.