Revelation Of Thrumming Rain

Revelation Of Thrumming Rain
© Surazeus
2023 02 25

Now through revelation of thrumming rain 
that drowns city streets in exquisite pain 
we see indifferent glory of black skies 
blaze white with joy in vision-glowing eyes, 
still under uneasy umbrellas bound 
as wingless angels to iconic ground. 

Yet in lush meadow bright with purple flowers, 
awake in eerie beauty of lost hours, 
young bashful goddess of creative faith 
lingers with sorrow of love from blind wraith 
of pungent energy that beams our hearts 
with hungry anguish of apples in carts. 

We eager fools of time as fragile souls, 
who worship Nature with conceptual roles, 
hide in apartment rooms of dreamless walls 
to translate hymns from dark demonic calls, 
yet dream of mountain winds in singing pines 
veiled by ancient spells of psychotic signs. 

So many people in gray cubicles, 
who weep or laugh while watching musicals, 
long for wild freedom of wooden rowboats 
on sun-glamored lakes of transcendent notes, 
but follow strict routine of daily turns 
to channel passion well, though chaos churns. 

Our constant struggle to live on our terms, 
while wearing masks of dead gods, but confirms 
fierce urge of nature through atomic gears 
fuels mindless drive to evade morbid fears 
by generating life before we die 
and dissipate to whispers in the sky. 

Because I carry lamp of careless hope 
that glows in full sunlight with wordless scope, 
I guide lost souls in maze of doorless fanes 
to escape empire where blind tyrant reigns, 
but men return to work in factories 
so they can pocket their own prison keys. 

When trees reveal the mind-expanding storm, 
incarnate from light in conceptual form, 
I build vast empire of temples in Heaven 
to shelter children of the laughing raven 
from horror of Death who beams in our bones 
with hazy spirals measured by star stones. 

If we wish to keep our world view intact 
we must analyze horror with plain fact 
that we are structures of atoms on fire 
with angelic flames of human desire, 
so we gather in Stonehenge on bleak plain 
to seek revelation of thrumming rain.