Secret of The Streams

Secret of The Streams
© Surazeus
2018 10 04

Through maze of city streets I walk each day,
searching eyes of strangers for ancient truth.
We are congealed shadows of light and rain,
all singing alone in the silent crowd.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.

Through glass doors of our company I waltz
to type code letters on the glowing screen.
We dance together in the world wide web
to maintain our food-production machine.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.

Lost in dark maze of factories I weep
to find last apple tree in the world dead.
I gather seeds from sterile parking lot
and climb the barb-wire fence to find fresh soil.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.

Ten thousand people drive cars on highways
that billow exhaust in the atmosphere.
Factories spew waste in the flowing stream
where clouds of toxic gas shriek in despair.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.

I sail river boat to the farther shore
to walk with silent people in dead woods.
We plant apple seeds in the ancient soil
and sing in the rain when our saplings grow.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.

While wandering alone with the silent crowd
I stand face to face with the soul I love.
We lead our children to the river shore
and teach them how to sing the ancient tune.
Bright sunlight weaves our bodies from strange dreams
to manifest the secret of the streams.