Where My House Used To Stand

Where My House Used To Stand
© Surazeus
2023 08 12

Night shimmers dark where my house used to stand 
though I build bricks of memory into walls 
to hide sweet passion of unfulfilled love 
that walks in meadows blasted by steel bombs 
yet I clutch sorrow in my bleeding breast 
as I dissolve in screaming of the star. 

Night shimmers mute where my house used to stand 
though I sing elegies of twisting trees 
still soft as feathers falling on dead flowers 
since snipers shoot bright angels from blue sky 
yet I grind flower in abandoned mill 
to bake warm bread for refugees of war. 

Night shimmers cold where my house used to stand 
though I clutch prophecies of fallen birds 
as wordless thoughts flow from my trembling hands 
at twilight of despair we break with rage 
yet I attempt to build my house on sand 
when angels blow trumpets of noble war. 

Night shimmers void where my house used to stand 
though I found my world view on windless words 
with measured form with ruins of the clock 
containing memories in lost story books 
that children burn to erase shame of hope 
when bombs destroy the school where they still read. 

Night shimmers sad where my house used to stand 
though I hide solace in books never read 
by children who play hide and seek with Death 
as black planes scream across the mirror sky 
before invasion of angry young men 
who clutch burden of the gun with grim joy. 

Night shimmers grim where my house used to stand 
though I film planes when they shell my frail life 
to hide my sorrow in the lockless box 
that writhes with whimsical pattern of love 
yet I dare breathe ethereal soul of hope 
enforcing my right to live as I choose. 

Night shimmers stuck where my house used to stand 
though I forge keys from suffering of my heart 
to lock fake doors against invading hordes 
where plains are occupied by sneer of Death 
yet I evade nonbeing this crucial hour 
by drinking nectar of the weeping flower. 

Night shimmers weird where my house used to stand 
though I refuse to stop on signless road 
with heavy baggage of fake memories 
that echo wretched shivers of dead trees 
yet I sink smiling in dark dreamless river 
to become wingless angel shocked with love.