His Star-Eyed Child

His Star-Eyed Child
© Surazeus
2026 09 23

The angel in the stone cottage perceives 
how the hill swells up to the swirling sky 
with changeless solitude of hungry trees 
that always seem to know what he desires 
before he can express it in soft wind 
that tangles his heart with branches of hope. 

Alert to song of sparrows among leaves 
that argue about who best understands 
miscalculations of fate through how clouds 
contradict design on grand temple walls, 
the angel ponders why things fall straight down, 
then whistles nonchalantly when death laughs. 

When nameless Goddess of Fertility 
appears with new-born baby in her arms, 
the angel with three eyes provides goat milk 
after he buries her among red tulips, 
then wonders what to name his star-eyed child 
who always climbs in trees to shout at clouds. 

Smoothing mud in wood frame with gentle hands, 
the angel without wings carves pictograms 
relating how the child came from the sky, 
and leads great army of wild homeless boys 
on quest to unite all nations of men 
in glorious empire of the singing sparrow. 

While boiling apples in cauldron of faith, 
the angel with stone heart remembers why 
fame rises from trickling stream in the ditch, 
then invites the bold bearded king to eat 
rye bread he bakes in oven of his heart, 
smeared with honey from rotten tree of truth. 

When the bold bearded king with jeweled crown 
kneels before him in early morning light, 
he peers close enough to see beaming face 
of his star-eyed child he forgot to name, 
so he laughs with delight and hugs him close 
while generals and soldiers stare in surprise. 

When the child inside the bold bearded king 
asks him if he had fallen from the sky, 
the angel takes him to the unmarked grave 
where his mother lies under tulip blooms, 
so the glorious emperor of the world 
kneels and weeps that he never saw her face. 

Pointing to young woman beside the king, 
the angel with three eyes smiles with calm joy, 
and tells bold bearded king that he can see 
face of his mother in face of his daughter 
whose eyes gleam bright as lightning in the storm, 
so she gives her grandfather egg of time.