Preserving Dreams Of Love

Preserving Dreams Of Love
© Surazeus
2023 02 10

My feet guide me into the swirling crowd 
of strangers seeking solitude together, 
for I would treasure memories we share 
as if Death knows where I someday will be 
though I seek laughter in the sparkling rain 
with drops preserving dreams of love I lost. 

Yet in soft moonlight of blue evening glow 
we gather around crackling flames of faith 
to share strange stories of our messy play 
when we adventure far from hearth of hope 
to find the treasure of our aching hearts 
in stones preserving dreams of love we find. 

You ask me how I know our love is real 
while we collect from naked trees of fear 
fresh apples formed from flash of sudden rain, 
and I reply with nonchalant despair 
that I feel bird wings flutter in my breast 
from pulse preserving dreams of love we hide. 

Dark wisdom bubbling from the fountain well 
could nourish children who play hide and seek 
in vast library where word ghosts abide 
though lovers lost in paradise return 
to daily drudge of hard back-breaking work 
with seeds preserving dreams of love we plant. 

I find you waiting by the cherry tree 
that curves lithe as sweet grace of wordless hope 
with white buds swelling on its fragile twigs, 
so we cup hands to catch soft flakes of light, 
then kiss with tender passion of desire 
for fruit preserving dreams of love we taste. 

My lunar heart of anguish redefined 
knows how to walk slick groove of honesty, 
so I smile bright at every soul I meet 
to feel our bodies woven in one flow 
of vibrant matrix taut with energy 
from stars preserving dreams of love we count. 

Through golden ratio of the galaxy 
light spirals into planets teeming souls 
who dance together in the pouring rain 
after working all day in fields of crops 
to cherish pleasure of this fleeting life 
as brains preserving dreams of love we sing. 

I find myself alone in crowd of people 
when I gaze entranced in your moon-black eyes 
so we move toward each other with desire 
to play romantic roles with perfect grace 
through fertile tale of passion we compose 
in books preserving dreams of love we share.