Build Our Secret Home

Build Our Secret Home
© Surazeus
2023 12 05

Elusive sense of sorrow in the wind 
leads me back to the rocky river shore 
in the sun-suffused countryside of hills 
where I stand in silver shimmer of time 
and cast the fishing line into clear waves 
so I can find who breathes the world alive. 

The girl who rises from the river flow 
shows me the world mirror without a face, 
then leads me to the tree without its fruit 
and asks me how I can live without her, 
so I hold her hand and give her a name 
as we walk the signless road to the sky. 

Together in soft whisper of the wind, 
we feel bright consciousness of aching love 
curl around our bones with roots of trees 
that sparkle with snowflakes of endless hope 
which swirl around us on the houseless plain 
where we decide to build our secret home. 

Huddled on river stones in blue moonlight, 
bodies glowing with each crackle of ice 
that fractures the moon into dusty snow, 
we sing with Mercury howl of the wind 
that twists contorted branches of our bones 
with ceaseless orbit of the naked hill. 

Because magnetic vibrance of the moon 
bonds our two hearts in ache of desperate hope 
we feel our world unravel into fear, 
undone by visions of blind skeletons 
who dance around wild flames of solitude 
with tense compassion of the river stone. 

Till dawn dissolves white nothingness of death 
with sparkling rivulets of honest hope 
we seek dark flame of blind eternity 
deep in our hearts unfractured as the moon 
who kisses us with warmth of wretched fear, 
so we hug each other and walk again. 

Fur glowing gold with red flash of the dawn, 
the green-eyed fox emerging from grim woods 
pauses in meadow of moon-frosted snow 
and watches us with compassionate love, 
then vanishes into shadow of joy 
that guides our way across the roadless world. 

Picking apples from tall tree on the hill, 
we eat sweet juicy fruit of the kind Earth 
while roaming along river of white stones 
as if we have forgotten how to laugh 
when summer melts our sorrows into streams 
where our children play outside our strange dreams.