Friday, March 24, 2023

Dreams In The Box

Dreams In The Box
© Surazeus
2023 03 24

Gracefully toward revolution of time 
I wear white nothingness to hide my heart 
while following the sad stream in the woods, 
but stop beside abandoned mill of wealth 
to chat with willow trees about true love 
safe in the farmhouse on the silver moon. 

The lonely path to the weird moon reveals 
strange shelter from despair of falling snow 
without tumult of beauty reconciled 
by music that must bring to us our thoughts 
in rarefied form through infinity 
with furious sigh of monstrous innocence. 

Though pleasure might persist in naked dream 
of snow-capped mountains, based on fragile hope 
contained in heart-shaped windows of the church, 
we know depth of the ocean we would seek 
when the heavenly moment of death blooms 
beyond lewd horizon of the vast mind. 

The fabulous face of the tongueless seer 
still ornaments forest of laughing birds 
who openly discuss religious faith 
as final diversion centurions buy 
from shadows in hungry boats never found 
again in flesh of incarnated word. 

We cannot understand fastidious faith 
more acquiescent to the lion smile 
with interest in how history allocates 
fragments of wealth left for impatient ghosts 
who ramble on about how bookstores keep 
secret stories only children remember. 

If walls of light collapse before glad dawn 
we hesitate to measure traffic flow 
since blue mirror sleeping in the lost land 
desires emergence of the urgent law 
with innumerable leaves swirling in wind 
till she finds flowing stream of everywhere. 

Back to small homes of silver attitudes 
grim ravens fly above my subtle sea 
to meet peach Glow Cloud over nameless town 
who asks for wisdom of the dormant seed 
as we gaze moodily at mirrored wind 
to wonder why we always must move on. 

Since the last song of the eagle retires 
at tangled disalignment of the clock 
we talk about world peace with no one else 
as if we understand why trees still weep 
in thinnest shadow of the bitter moon, 
even as we pack our dreams in the box. 

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