Rapt By Psychic Light

Rapt By Psychic Light
© Surazeus
2026 09 10

Rapt by psychic light of our spinning Earth,  
I dream forever sorrow of mankind 
awake in darkness of the silent moon 
who always seems to know just how I feel 
when I project my spirit at her mask 
which I wear to play angel of high noon. 

Though we build safe illusions of our faith 
from bones of devils we defeat with love 
in homes that play as temples of our tales, 
time crushes all our dreams to swirls of dust 
when angels bomb our hopes with selfish greed 
while I am rapt by psychic light of fate. 

Though air I breathe from ancient wind of hope 
appears to animate with intense love 
my fragile body made of flesh on bones, 
my mind is rapt by psychic light of fear 
that motivates my quest to transcend rage, 
and map Hell with courage of Zephyrus. 

Stuck on the beach of soul-tormenting wind, 
where Ovidius records our tragedies, 
I gaze at oceans sloshing mountain slopes, 
heart rapt by psychic light of comedy, 
when Odysseus gives me used bag of wind 
which bold Aeolus gave him with sly wink. 

While I collect cracked skulls of long-dead gods 
from cave of illusions with diamond eyes, 
rapt by psychic light of national pride, 
I find Endymion sleeping in moonlight 
on rock of faith that Lucifer will use 
as cornerstone for new religious creed. 

Before the burning bush of wounded hearts, 
rapt by psychic light of angels with swords, 
I breastfeed daughter of star-fallen god 
whose laughter conjures storms of social change 
that sweep away oppressive gangs of thieves 
which frees world lands for brave democracy. 

Through luminous drift of false memory, 
Zephyrus comes to garden of dead trees 
to spark their souls awake with warming wind 
so apples bloom from fractured tears of snow, 
but, when I call his name with haunted voice, 
he weeps, heart rapt by psychic light of death. 

Rapt by psychic light of eternal love 
that gleams with timeless Lamp of Liberty, 
I teach Endymion how to map the world 
so we can know where we are in the dark 
when we reach out our hands of honest faith, 
transformed by knowledge that we all will die.