Angel Wings Of Faith

Angel Wings Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 07 01

When sunset glows on hills of Idaho 
as we drive car on winding mountain road, 
we hear lost melodies of Avalon 
radiate with sorrow in the twilight breeze 
that circulates from angel wings of faith 
celestial breath of wisdom in our hearts. 

We walk across waste land of despair 
with Third Man haunting our uncertain quest 
to find beyond the rugged hills of faith 
vast forest of pines in the wilderness 
blown soft by wind from angel wings of faith 
that cools our hearts with faint hope for new life. 

We feel our fragile shells of mortal flesh, 
composed of joy First Mother molds from clay, 
ache with fierce hunger to overcome pain 
in struggle to transcend despair with love, 
inspired by breath from angel wings of faith 
that lift our spirits to achieve our goal. 

When voices of dead gods we leave behind 
still echo faintly in clandestine woods, 
we hike through shadows of unspoken fear 
to find in fruit grove on high mountain slope, 
rustled by breeze from angel wings of faith, 
that sacred pale where holy light gleams bright. 

Long weighed down by harsh cares of modern life, 
accelerating faster with each year 
that we drive time machines on web of roads, 
we stretch our bodies to touch long-dead stars 
that glimmer weird from angel wings of faith, 
to feel our souls refreshed by timeless truth. 

We gather on the river shore at dusk 
among tall oaks that quiver in cool breeze 
to feast with friends and family we love, 
then sing heart-healing hymns of honest joy, 
enhanced by glow from angel wings of faith, 
in harmony with water of the Earth. 

Though our ancestors fled across the sea, 
cleared from the misty highlands of their hearts, 
to sail frail ships across storm-thrashing waves, 
their passion to endure thrives in our hearts 
in flames fanned strong by angel wings of faith, 
to dwell with love in Land of Liberty. 

When dawn light gleams on hills of Oregon, 
as we drive car on winding forest road, 
we hear sweet melodies of Albion 
radiate with rapture in the morning breeze 
to broadcast hope from angel wings of faith 
which activates rise of Zarathia. 

Forest of the Laughing Crow

Forest of the Laughing Crow
© Surazeus
2026 07 01

With dignity of his royal bloodline, 
Jacobus strolls with sacred map of truths 
alone in forest of the laughing crow 
with mission to find jewel of the heart 
that translates secret thoughts to honest words 
so he can understand how people feel. 

When he approaches castle on the hill, 
where beautiful woman with long gold hair 
sings in small window of the lofty tower, 
Jacobus asks old Petrus at the gate 
if he may enter paradise with faith 
and woo Johanna with the golden fruit. 

Amazed by ghost of electricity 
that glimmers as bone mask hiding her face, 
Jacobus climbs winding stairway to Heaven 
after opening ninety thousand doors 
in endless maze of mental fantasy 
till he finds Garden of Hesperides. 

He longs to taste sweet immortality 
that drips from delicate lips of her heart, 
but Johanna hides behind veil of faith 
by asking riddles about ways of love 
that only the Sphinx with star eyes would know, 
but he answers each one with clever verse. 

While gazing in bronze mirror of her heart 
to question how her choices make her fate, 
Johanna sees gold crown shine on her head 
that transforms into boy with raven quill 
who writes epic poem of philosophers, 
so she accepts Jacobus in her heart. 

White horse of wisdom with angelic wings 
glides gracefully in hills of swirling mist 
to bear Johanna safely to star cave 
where she wears Crown of Scotia on her head 
to reign as glorious Queen of Fairyland 
whose children journey far across the sea. 

On bonnie shores of Loch Lomond at dawn, 
Jacobus and Johanna teach their son 
how to investigate nature of things 
with ardent observation of the eye 
that measures strengths and weaknesses of forms 
described by parables our brains compose. 

You are my shining compass with bright eyes, 
Johanna sings to boy with beaming smile 
who tries to comfort her loss-anguished heart 
as they kneel by Jacobus on the grass, 
assassinated by cruel greed for power, 
as apple tree blooms from his bleeding heart.