Weird Beauty Of The Dead

Weird Beauty Of The Dead
© Surazeus
2026 10 27

Perched on polished shelf in Museum hall, 
my skull will sing my puzzling prophecies 
ten thousand years after I turn to dust, 
for I have seen weird beauty of the dead 
who follow me down to the cave of dreams 
where they are shadows haunting books of tales. 

After I leave ghost of Eurydice, 
who haunts quaint bookstores of small college towns, 
I wander by deep river of lost souls 
where I spy corpse of sweet Ophelia 
floating on cold waves of bitter tears 
while clutching flowers of Persephone. 

I hear voice of the world in tweets of birds 
whose melodies enchant our wounded hearts 
with vision of life blooming from our death, 
but humans remain dead in dust of Earth 
while flowers bloom again as the world turns 
so I become laments sung for the dead. 

While I continue living in this world, 
singing sweet tunes of elegiac desire 
for lovers to embrace with loyal trust 
to generate new life before they die, 
ghost of my hope as fertile bride I lost 
haunts liminal space between life and death. 

Holding hands with gentle Ophelia 
as we stroll garden of Hesperides, 
my mind projects ghost of Eurydice 
so I sense nearness of her absent being, 
but when I turn at flash of her sweet thought 
I see Ophelia smiling with faith. 

No human ever born from womb of fate, 
flesh animated by spirit of hope, 
has ever returned from blank nothingness 
once our fragile forms of thought dissipate, 
yet still the living wake with otherness 
that binds our hearts with memories of the dead. 

Awake with luminous song of my Self, 
which emanates from God Eye of the All, 
I translate dreams of stars to human songs 
that mirror abyss of the hungry heart 
so we assert attention of control 
to balance passion swirling through our souls. 

With rhythmic pulse of energetic faith 
our bodies writhe in ecstasy of love 
so we may generate from flash of hope 
new body node to maintain coil of dreams 
that spirals from immortal soul of genes 
so Orpheus incarnates in my brain.