Yellow Wood Of Hope

Yellow Wood Of Hope
© Surazeus
2019 03 09

The white kitten in the cupboard with eyes 
green as surging ocean of the bright moon 
explains mysterious passion of true love 
that strikes my heart when I gaze in your soul. 

Awakened voices of the young who see 
conceptual forms of strange eternity 
emerge from mist of how it used to be 
and sing about Utopia they desire. 

The glorious bards of America seem 
to cheer our lofty land with hopeful people 
who transform misery into naked song 
when hiding horror behind mask of death. 

Then pausing in the snowy woods at dusk, 
the steel-eyed bard dreams visions of sunlight 
pierching shadows of trees to reveal faith 
that justice will prevail through raging war. 

The roads of time-bound consequence diverge 
multiple times in yellow wood of hope 
so all other possible worlds of fate 
vanish in mist of each new choice we make. 

Through absence of the vast absolute mind 
we wake bound tight in frail atomic form 
of brain-animated body to dream 
infinite scope of love flashing our eyes. 

So mindless deity of aching love 
restrains itself in taut genetic coils 
to generate this moist body that nurtures 
flicker of consciousness we dream as soul. 

Thus every ache of suffering sparks awake 
brighter this consciousness of how we feel 
so we become more ourselves every day 
and sing with surging ocean of our hearts.