Not Afraid Of Flowers

Not Afraid Of Flowers
© Surazeus
2024 04 18

Light sprig of lavender dances with glee 
of jaunty seriousness, sprung from despair, 
when butterfly of happiness departs 
to watch the wanderers walk roadless plain 
till they relax under beech tree of truth 
to ponder wisdom of the flashing rain. 

We are not symbols of your wordless hope 
for we are nothing more than human beings 
who search for somewhere on this hostile world 
to build new home and tend garden of crops 
so we may contemplate strange mystery 
that bonds our hearts to seasons of the sun. 

With subtle hands of too-perceptive wit 
we mend invisible fence of blind fear 
drawn by men with guns in towers of stone 
to trap our ambition in maze of tricks 
designed to keep us bound to work the land 
though we assert our right to sovereign faith. 

With bleeding hands of vibrant discontent 
we pull deceptive weeds from ground of lies 
while gazing through barbed wire of helpless rage 
to watch the turtle trundle with calm pride 
as guide to lead lost refugees of war 
through swirling portal of the holocaust. 

Thick clots of hair in snow of fortitude, 
blackened by fire on ovens of despair, 
twitch in lonely wind of winter to show 
we are not afraid of flowers that sprout 
bright from nameless corpses of glowing bones 
when skeletons dance for indifferent moon. 

Despite absolute precision of Death, 
who lingers as shadows in empty graves, 
we hold each other tight on frail wood bed 
to struggle with despair of naked fear 
through sweet romantic kisses of the mind 
till we are born as children of our hearts. 

Eating bread and cheese at table of lust, 
I ponder ethical puzzle of truth 
with mind submerged in currents of events 
that drown our souls in floods of global hate 
as we imagine horror of world war 
that smashes everything we hold as good. 

In silent spaces of the prison camp 
I walk with faceless ghosts of people killed 
by startled nonchalance of passing time 
though we leave books of stories in the house 
where no one will ever live free again 
till coming of the crow with wings of fire.