Fields Of Silent Hope

Fields Of Silent Hope
© Surazeus
2025 03 20

Once I rise from gold casket of the sun, 
dazed by strange wisdom of the spinning Earth, 
I walk across the fractured-mirror sky 
to scatter teardrops on the conquering dead 
who took nothing of the world in their hands 
when they crumbled to dust with those they killed. 

The woman who swallows poisonous spiders 
shows me how to extract honey from trees 
so we can eat sweet sorrow of the world 
before great sprawling cities of steel towers 
disintegrate into computer code 
that mistranslates tales of our futile lives. 

Black cows graze in the valley of despair 
without aggressive interest in results 
of horses races men bet on to get rich 
while mourning for fall of their world empire 
at second coming of the hungry clown 
who steals gifts from Christmas trees at midnight. 

I see no star man floating in the sky, 
but I do see farmers, feet on the ground, 
working in boundless fields of silent hope, 
while the girl who keeps the sea in her heart 
looks for solutions among purple thistles 
while whistling The House of the Rising Sun. 

No one regrets true love more than she does, 
so she studies how moose and arctic fox 
live in the tundra of perpetual faith 
by measuring distance to half-frozen pool 
that resembles eye of the dinosaur 
who walked these lands millions of years ago. 

The child who speaks ancient language of sheep 
tells his mother about the laughing crow 
that hops on the freezing cast-iron stove 
before dawn sun can break another heart 
with silent absence of the nameless face 
which means the opposite of what she thinks. 

The gray-haired mother who still prays in church 
tells the tombstone where her son lies in dirt 
that she trusts in God to protect his life, 
and glares at the old man in the oak tree 
who tells her God has abandoned mankind, 
then wades into the lake to drown herself. 

The riderless horse with moon-silver eyes 
glides regally in streets of Washington 
to bring faceless ghost of the fallen king 
back from lush meadows of Elysium 
so he can save the republic at last 
from grasping hands of Ozymandias.