Beauty Of Her Cosmic Soul

Beauty Of Her Cosmic Soul
© Surazeus
2026 09 30

Gold Key of Wisdom I forge from my heart 
opens doors of happiness to safe homes 
where ghosts of apples as organic beings 
share visions of their minds in songs of faith 
that shine as lamps to guide us on the road 
which we traverse to build new paradise. 

When I observe strange objects of this world 
that shimmer with light in vale of my heart, 
my mother Reitia writes words that she speaks 
as runes she carves on smooth tablets of wood, 
then teaches me how to cast magic spells 
as hex that projects vision of my mind. 

When I see pretty girl with long gold hair 
and blue eyes gleaming bright as valley lake, 
I grab her with my hands to kiss her mouth, 
but mother Reitia twists my arm and frowns, 
then teaches me to treat girls with respect, 
admiring beauty of her cosmic soul. 

Appointed to accompany Her Way, 
I guard sweet Artemis with magic wand 
as she attends duties of her routine, 
protecting her soul from monsters and men 
as she gathers fruit, berries, nuts, and eggs 
from eerie shadows of the mountain woods. 

Though I save her fertile body from harm, 
stopping men from enslaving her as wife, 
she saves me from blind selfishness of lust 
because I come to know her secret heart, 
as I attend her progress every day, 
when I focus true love on her, not me. 

When her mother contracts marriage of state 
for brave Artemis as obedient wife 
to manage household of the wealthy banker, 
I relinquish duty as her soul guard, 
then drift with broken heart in obscure woods 
to linger by her favorite turtle pool. 

As I convince myself to let her go 
and respect freedom of her private will 
to marry the wealthy man she may choose, 
Artemis appears in our secret grove, 
where I stare at reflection of my face, 
and calls my name with voice of genuine love. 

Attending mirror of her glowing eyes, 
I burst with joy at tenor of her words 
that she loves me because I love her soul, 
nursing her freedom to live as she will 
instead of striving to control her body, 
so we hold hands and stroll back into town.