Songs Fade In Bleak Wind
© Surazeus
2018 12 24
Long after cheerful songs fade in bleak wind
and we walk alone in cold blinding snow,
what joy can we find still deep in our hearts
that fuels our journey through the city maze?
People seek joy in cheerful company
so we gather around warm glowing hearths
to feast, share stories, and sing ancient hymns,
enclosed inside secure dome of false faith.
Outside walls of our sanctum cold winds blow,
howling harsh from high jagged mountain peaks
to strip all shreds of joy from our frail flesh
and leave our bones shining in dawn sunlight.
If you gaze in cracked hollow of my skull,
can you hear those cheerful tunes I once sang
while embracing all my family and friends,
still echoing in abandoned hall of stone?
The turning world has ground us all to dust,
and harsh blasting winds of a thousand years
have muted transient visions of our songs
so nothing but snow shines over our ruins.
Where is that world savior promised by faith,
but each arrogant king who wore gold crown
and sat enthroned in cathedral of stone
while we sang hymns to praise his holy father?
The great sun king who reigned as God on Earth
now lies dead along with everyone else,
no more divine than the poorest dumb peasant,
yet again we sing hymns to renew faith.
Instead of individual sons of Christ,
we praise the symbol of the divine leader
in archetype of the good selfless king
as opposed to the tyrant grasping power.
Alone I walk the winter-frozen streets
in the tangled cement maze of Seattle
far out west from London, Paris, and Rome
where my ancestors worshipped Christ as King.
Cold wind of basic reality strips
all false illusions of temporal power
so I stand alone on our spinning world,
only myself awake in swirling snow.
Yet deep within my aching heart I feel
swelling surge of passion to sing with joy,
so I sing the courage of human souls
making reasons to live from nothingness.
We gather with our whole family and friends
to sing new tunes we invent from lost hope
that we are alive, and our love remains
long after cheerful songs fade in bleak wind.
© Surazeus
2018 12 24
Long after cheerful songs fade in bleak wind
and we walk alone in cold blinding snow,
what joy can we find still deep in our hearts
that fuels our journey through the city maze?
People seek joy in cheerful company
so we gather around warm glowing hearths
to feast, share stories, and sing ancient hymns,
enclosed inside secure dome of false faith.
Outside walls of our sanctum cold winds blow,
howling harsh from high jagged mountain peaks
to strip all shreds of joy from our frail flesh
and leave our bones shining in dawn sunlight.
If you gaze in cracked hollow of my skull,
can you hear those cheerful tunes I once sang
while embracing all my family and friends,
still echoing in abandoned hall of stone?
The turning world has ground us all to dust,
and harsh blasting winds of a thousand years
have muted transient visions of our songs
so nothing but snow shines over our ruins.
Where is that world savior promised by faith,
but each arrogant king who wore gold crown
and sat enthroned in cathedral of stone
while we sang hymns to praise his holy father?
The great sun king who reigned as God on Earth
now lies dead along with everyone else,
no more divine than the poorest dumb peasant,
yet again we sing hymns to renew faith.
Instead of individual sons of Christ,
we praise the symbol of the divine leader
in archetype of the good selfless king
as opposed to the tyrant grasping power.
Alone I walk the winter-frozen streets
in the tangled cement maze of Seattle
far out west from London, Paris, and Rome
where my ancestors worshipped Christ as King.
Cold wind of basic reality strips
all false illusions of temporal power
so I stand alone on our spinning world,
only myself awake in swirling snow.
Yet deep within my aching heart I feel
swelling surge of passion to sing with joy,
so I sing the courage of human souls
making reasons to live from nothingness.
We gather with our whole family and friends
to sing new tunes we invent from lost hope
that we are alive, and our love remains
long after cheerful songs fade in bleak wind.
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