Catch Drops Of Rain

Catch Drops Of Rain
© Surazeus
2018 05 19

I try to catch drops of rain in my hand
so I can water seeds in thirsty hearts
but everywhere I go in the waste land
I find strange places not on ancient charts.

I try to catch reverberating rays
of sunlight with broken grail of my mind
but everywhere I go in mirror maze
I hide again what nobody can find.

When Mars and Aphrodite climb gold stairs
to marry in the chapel of dead kings
I wander in the crowd, handing out pears,
while he tries to sell them dead angel wings.

When Faustus throws magic books in the sea
to make new pieces for puzzle of power
I assemble fragments of broken mirror
that resembles star spiral of the flower.

Orpheus leads Ophelia from the cave
where shadows of power flicker on the wall
to crown her world empress in sunlit nave
then parade slowly in the crowded hall.

Why do we worship one woman or man
above billions of others in the world
whose ancestors deployed better game plan
to play god in the theater of power?

Running by deep sea, I catch drops of rain
and stand on the promontory of sight
to comprehend rituals of social power
that flashes from rays of transforming light.

Standing on high hill, I catch rays of light
and sing the calculus of interaction
that reveals whose child wears the crown of sight
and rules the world based on fake divination.