Happily In After Land

Happily In After Land
© Surazeus
2022 01 13

The bold infinity of word mirage 
reveals the strangest truth of dinosaurs 
how concepts encourage sadness of doom 
that threatens banishment of honest faith 
though we negotiate passion of love 
so we live happily in After Land. 

The great potential we must realize 
based on summer light on the windowsill 
provides the motivation we might need 
to talk about the desert with someone 
who cannot understand our vain complaint 
so we wander sadly in After Land. 

Even as you read these false prophecies 
composed by stranger howling in my breast 
the ache of hopeless anger imitates 
progressive pursuit of fraught happiness 
which may anticipate the atmosphere 
so we weep prettily in After Land. 

My door is always open to the wind 
that never lies about mind-melting heat 
when angels pass away beyond the night 
to prove this afternoon should be the time 
we hide our memories in the river rock 
so we chuckle madly in After Land. 

The places we should visit in the world 
could never welcome to the crowded park 
the likes of us created by the flounce 
of shocking treachery painted on signs 
if we follow erratic path past death 
so we sing honestly in After Land. 

You are the best friend I could ever have 
though we have never yet met face to face 
because the humid glamor of the school 
beckons our journey past the burnt-out star 
when we decide these lessons are for real 
so we study mutely in After Land. 

This valley that leads to long-ago days 
where strangers sit on chairs in poppy fields 
refuses to accept glory of war 
each dawn lost time sweeps us into the cave 
where wordless leaves discuss fortune we share 
so we wait naively in After Land. 

My eyes see everything you never say 
better than that winter when wind blows 
since children murmur secrets to the door 
where sunlight lingers on the signless road 
till sad Orpheus returns to the cave 
so we die happily in After Land.