Forty-Two Roads

Forty-Two Roads
© Surazeus
2017 02 18

When I climb the mountain of singing snow
the blind woman gives me blank dreamless book
so I walk the streets where laughing doors fly
and take masks from strangers who have no names
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

Through whispering play of origami dance
she teaches me how to find memories
that vanish at dawn on butterfly wings
and sketch their true secrets on melting snow
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

Though life is a journey on changing road
the final destination that all find
is death that folds our souls like stateless flags
transformed to wings of ravens who love words
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

I scatter blocks of letters on the floor
but watch my mother talk about the light
that gleams through windows frosted with blue snow,
and rearrange them all in epic songs
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

Faster than wind in long white cotton gown
she runs along the river of my eyes
and weaves telephone lines across the hills
to connect our thoughtless tongues with gold rays
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

The letters I carve on trunks of young oaks
transform from Runes to children with three eyes
who snatch jewel of my heart and run away
so I pretend I own the sparkling skies
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

While stumbling alone in dark maze of doors
that lock me out of the garden of fruit
I see her standing on the pyramid
glowing white with love of ten thousand stars
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

I give her the book now filled with new tales,
eager for reward from her generous hands,
but she burns it to ash in flames of time
causing my characters to spring to life
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

Each person I dream from the skull of lies
appears before me on mountain of dreams
and places sweet apple inside my mouth
that blossoms new tree from soil of my brain
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

My arms transform into feathered wings
and words I carved as Runes on mountain cliff
shoot arrows of light into eyes of readers
and tears of sorrow nourish our sad souls
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.

I place signs with names on forty-two roads
till mother with ten thousand eyes proclaims
at last I mature into noble man
and transforms my soul into wordless child
then walk forty-two roads on quest for truth.