Teeter On Dim Edge

Teeter On Dim Edge
© Surazeus
2025 02 17

Still we teeter on dim edge of dark night, 
staring into abyss of our own hearts 
to befriend blind demon we dare not name 
who swells with passion of wild surging waves 
to bloom in flower on lush field of rain 
when dawn dispels cold sorrow from our hearts. 

Submerged beneath deep wave of honesty, 
wide from disruptive mountains rain obscures, 
we scatter hieroglyphs of naked fears 
with anger-shattered shells on hungry shores, 
charmed by coil of stars in our frosted eyes 
to believe illusions that comfort us. 

Drowned angels watch us from soft sunless deep 
to see if we extract from aching hearts 
fabulous shadows kept by frames of words 
in vain attempts to reconcile despair 
with promised beauty dawn contrives to prove, 
despite allegiance we forget to pledge. 

Yet vague demands of flustered ownership 
entail unnecessary risks fierce hearts 
dare to take with eager zeal children know 
as mocking songs they chant on windy hills 
since only fate requires we abdicate 
homes we construct with hands of loyalty. 

Sweet humming of reluctant bees decries 
tuned sorrows grass expresses with stark voice 
swiped from restless winds of our jagged thoughts, 
soft as bells that guide confused steps of hope 
through ragged swirls of mist veiling my face, 
ever closer to foundation of faith. 

Undone by doubtful gravity of love, 
which lovers exchange with trembling desire, 
loyal hearts regret vulnerability 
that leaves our bodies gaping open wide 
unshielded by oaths of special intent, 
weighed down by peculiar sadness of trust. 

Footsteps of fading memories lure us 
with lingering hope that falling petals trace 
clear as lamplight glowing in darkling woods 
though we hold hands to map our secret trail, 
close together in space yet far away 
in time that swirls beyond reach of our hands. 

Contusions of obscure anxiety 
expose untouchable mask I still wear 
as mirror to reflect demonic face 
who watches me with burning eyes of ire 
from bulging clouds of arrogant disdain, 
so I sing heart-enchanting melodies.