Space Between Their Hearts

Space Between Their Hearts
© Surazeus
2020 01 08

The man and the woman stand face to face, 
hair blown wild by the timeless wind of hope, 
and gaze at each other with mute desire 
across the boundless space between their hearts, 
aching to reach out their hands for the touch 
that would connect their souls with spark of love. 

What vibrant energy of mutual lust 
attracts the stranger to the stranger, eyes 
beaming threads of passion to understand 
what hopes and dreams they might hide in their heart 
so they could synchronize their eager dance 
to kiss forever in the timeless light? 

The soul they generate when they make love 
for sperm to fertilize the egg with life 
asks to be born from sparkle of their lust, 
requesting they conspire to incarnate 
eternal soul of genes in this new child 
who wakes from ancestral memories of hope. 

I am alive inside this fragile body 
of chemical swirls bound in form of flesh 
because fierce urgency of my desire 
to wake from cosmic dream of molecules 
compelled my parents to embrace and kiss 
in mind-enchanting orgasm of faith. 

The man and the woman in timeless wind 
reach out their hands to synchronize their hearts 
in tune with vibrant rhythm of desire, 
so they give each other true-lover names 
while gazing entranced in familiar eyes 
of the nameless stranger they want to love. 

The wounds they bear from struggle to survive 
they hide behind clean mask of aching hope 
to keep the stranger attracted by beauty, 
yet as they get to know each other better 
they see the pain the one they love must suffer, 
so they hold hands and soldier on together. 

Their paths across the landscape of the world 
bring them together face to face at last 
at crucial moment of most desperate hope, 
so now they choose to hold hands with the stranger 
and walk into the future side by side 
with wordless hope that beams between their eyes. 

What action could better seal their decision 
to stay together on long road of life 
than holding hands and kissing in the light 
as they blaze one new path of life together 
to weave their destinies in fertile fate 
so they can generate new life in children? 

Atoms Of Dreaming Eyes

Atoms Of Dreaming Eyes
© Surazeus
2020 01 01

First flash of the big bang at dawn of time 
flares forth in swirling waves of particles 
that spiral galaxies into bright suns 
which nourish planets where organic creatures 
crawl up rivers to rise from lake of dreams 
and eat fruit from tree of life to sing why. 

Atoms of dreaming eyes weave neural web 
to conjure virtual model of the real world 
which mirrors structures of existing things 
so actions of our hands cause change effects 
through construction or destruction of forms 
that beam strict ideas of persistent truth. 

I stand on front lawn of my little home 
somewhere on continent of spinning globe 
to gaze at stars that sparkle in vast void 
though every star burned out centuries ago 
and see mask of my face reflected back 
as weird conscious awareness of I Am. 

Atoms of dreaming eyes wake in my cells 
so I remember through memories of love 
first flash of the big bang at dawn of time 
that weaves angelic spirits of our minds 
since we are God who wakes inside our brains 
and sing amazing tale of cosmic life.