Invisible Cracks Of Hope
© Surazeus
2018 06 04
Strange agony of the silent sunlight
slanting through invisible cracks of hope
surges into my heart with every beat
that propels me through the maze of blank why.
Why we know how fire heats inside our heads
flames revealing shadows in hidden nooks
of fractured memory that disappears
with smoke of acrid melodies at dawn.
Dawn conceals strange fact that each routine act
performed again each day in timeless loop
of controlled passion fuels progress of faith
blossoming in fruit from tree we revive.
The old woman in the Oxford cafe
carves elegant verses of aching hope
with broken pencil to express weird vision
she longs to perceive in sunlight on trees.
© Surazeus
2018 06 04
Strange agony of the silent sunlight
slanting through invisible cracks of hope
surges into my heart with every beat
that propels me through the maze of blank why.
Why we know how fire heats inside our heads
flames revealing shadows in hidden nooks
of fractured memory that disappears
with smoke of acrid melodies at dawn.
Dawn conceals strange fact that each routine act
performed again each day in timeless loop
of controlled passion fuels progress of faith
blossoming in fruit from tree we revive.
The old woman in the Oxford cafe
carves elegant verses of aching hope
with broken pencil to express weird vision
she longs to perceive in sunlight on trees.
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