Unrecorded By Myth

Unrecorded By Myth
© Surazeus
2019 01 15

I want to walk through every little town
in every country of the entire world,
feeling sunlight glowing on tufts of grass
that flourish over the edge of stone walls,
and there meet every nobody who lives
in every house sheltered under tall trees.

The vast world is full of small country towns
laced with roads weaving among large green lawns
where children play behind the wooden fence,
and laugh as wind rustles through watching trees
in timeless afternoon of carefree fun,
then go inside to eat as evening falls.

I want to lounge on upper balcony
with the inhabitants of every house,
and listen to them tell the family lore,
and laugh about the most eccentric ones,
and sigh with sorrow for the tragic ones,
then drink a toast to their innocent young.

Ignoring famous gods in halls of glass,
politicians, singers, and movie stars,
I want to meet common people of Earth
who go about the rituals of their lives,
nameless and unseen in streets of small towns,
to live and die unrecorded by myth.