Blind Tree Of Sorrow

Blind Tree Of Sorrow
© Surazeus
2023 03 17

The singing serpent in blind tree of sorrow, 
whose rainbow scales sparkle with moonlit frost, 
watches black stars of heaven softly fall, 
then teaches men to build them into walls 
so they can warm their hearts with stone-cold fear 
while tending fields of wheat with tears of prayer. 

They gather close around blind tree of sorrow 
to sing about black star of sin and death 
that spins above their heads with flashing sparks, 
and fills their hearts with hot ambitious lust 
to assert control over fertile land 
as they compete to win the prize of fame. 

Awake in shade cast by blind tree of sorrow, 
each one alone, though gathered in wild crowd, 
attempts to calculate heart-twisting fate 
by measuring sturdy passion of stone walls 
that promise safety of false paradise 
for those who exercise free speech of power. 

For ages shadowed by blind tree of sorrow 
they follow forlorn road of enterprise 
to buy and sell strange magic of quartz stones 
as hoof-prints of their commerce vanish when 
time-shattered minds bloom frail from shallow love 
in homes crushed by sweet softness of harsh hope. 

Forever wind whelming blind tree of sorrow 
inspires frail children in the country farm 
to search for anguish hidden in sopped ferns 
as souls acquainted with the starless night 
unearthly bleak as signless lane that calls 
luminary clock of my heart from Hell. 

Still cautious deep inside blind tree of sorrow, 
reluctant to search for blueberry bushes, 
the singing farmer writing poems on bark 
walks over stubbled field of hungry snow 
with nothing to express through loneliness 
that haunts him with mute absence of her trust. 

Eating berries under blind tree of sorrow, 
with gaunt luxuriance of the well-trained beast, 
we grasp the bitter wind of winter faith 
which preserves apple trees of weeping gods 
to weave lost angel feathers in my mind 
till wild gardens bloom from graves of mad kings. 

Through my existence with blind tree of sorrow, 
and nourished by dream magic of the sun, 
I catch swift silver lizard of the moon 
to prove all mountain slopes are not transfixed 
when wingless angels cast from breath of storm 
immortal beauty of the global soul.