Impetuous Dream Thief

Impetuous Dream Thief
© Surazeus
2026 08 01

When Sylvia, wading in cold ocean surf, 
asks me if I know how far angels fall, 
I break in blossom of the writhing cloud 
at playful leap of horses in the field, 
then tell her I am but idol of stone 
she finds submerged in swirls of salty tears. 

When Sylvia, kneeling by humming elm, 
explains how deep tap roots of wisdom curl, 
I speak with frantic voice of nothingness 
to prove our love is shadow of our minds 
that we cry for at flash in window glass 
from rainbows curling into river stones. 

When Sylvia, impetuous dream thief, 
teaches me sound of poison bound by faith, 
that scorches roots of fruit trees angels steal, 
I measure atrocity of sunrise 
that breaks my truth in filaments of facts, 
designed by the merciless moon to ring. 

When Sylvia, extracting the dark thing 
that sleeps in feather cavern of her heart, 
reveals how radiance scathes humble souls, 
I dispossess bad dreams with twisted hook 
which agitates insensible tree ghosts 
who scale ladders that never reach the moon. 

When Sylvia, reborn from unburned book, 
plays American Oracle on stage 
while wearing mourning weeds of fluted bones, 
I play mouthpiece of Death to analyze 
essential nature of God who expands 
scope of my consciousness with ardency. 

When Sylvia, attempting to repair 
fallen Colossus of her aching heart, 
extracts blind lust from words of my sponge brain, 
I reassemble puzzle of world view 
we humans everywhere on Earth still share 
despite curse from enormous skull of God. 

When Sylvia, amazed by Ariel, 
asserts conceptual gloom of garden pools, 
I gather berries from heart-tangled vines 
with calm attention of the melting wall 
to record glitter of substantial seas 
based on stasis of darkness in the heart. 

When Sylvia, inspired by devil flight, 
records new epitaph of dazzling faith 
that fuels perishable lovers with trust, 
I kindle cry of gods in flower flame 
since I fulfill my mission without name 
that anchors my body to flash of time.