Memories In Mysterious Songs

Memories In Mysterious Songs
© Surazeus
2018 12 06

I never understand the thoughts she laughs
because her whispered spells buzz swirling snow,
compressing concepts from my clueless key
to allocate resources through cracked mirror.

I listen to rain splash the window glass
so I can translate secret thoughts she hides
in cheerful riddles woven in the curtain
to conceal flash of sunlight in her eyes.

I am so small in this vast complex world
so I wonder I am here and not there
as I wander nowhere in singing rain
to explain frost that cracks my mirror heart.

Billions of people with expressive hands
constructed cities of cars and machines
while I sit in school classroom learning words
that encode memories in mysterious songs.

I watch quick flash of lightning in her eyes
so I can comprehend secret desires
that motivate expressions on her face
when we play fake roles on weird stage of life.

I wander in silent woods far from home
to ask mute flowers about secret of love
who dance in wind from wings of honey bees
though I stare at my face in the small mirror.

While standing by the waterfall at dawn,
I sense her spirit walking toward my soul
but when I turn to face monster of lust
I see my shadow in the cave of dreams.

I am nameless in the vast play of life
so I wonder why I am me, and not
anybody else who has ever lived,
to encode memories in mysterious songs.