Wild Wings Of Hope

Wild Wings Of Hope
© Surazeus
2023 12 23

I try to give you passion of my heart 
but it flies away on wild wings of hope 
beyond formulas of our social chart 
to wander listless on steep mountain slope 
where moonlight guides my way back home to you 
through signal of the most obvious clue. 

Since you are humble and secure in faith 
as you perform your strict daily routine 
with productive passion on your safe path, 
unaware your deep beauty can be seen, 
you cannot know in your sweet honesty 
that you are always my celebrity. 

Your face appears in television glow, 
though you are hidden in your private world, 
as most important star in my love show, 
relaxed by the fire with your kitten curled 
around hollow vastness of your pure soul, 
because no one but you can play your role. 

In all my precious fantasies of us 
I see us dressed with elegance and class 
dancing slowly without romantic fuss 
beyond mirrored walls to the dew-wet grass 
where fairies and nymphs bless our sacred love 
with songs of angels in gold clouds above. 

So when you come home from hard day of work 
I bring you spiced mocha and apple pie 
so you can relax where the kittens lurk 
who pounce on you and purr with loving eye, 
then together we sing heart-aching tunes 
while midnight snowflakes transform into runes. 

The most romantic thing we do each week 
is drive with traffic to the grocery store 
where we gather ancient treasures we seek 
to illustrate the weird domestic core 
which energizes essence of our home 
composed of rites sparked by the metronome. 

Efficient routines of our daily show, 
that we design from years of trial and error, 
constrain wild chaos of chemical flow 
to nurture spirit of our psychic mirror 
so we can maximize intense desire 
that maintains life in song of the world choir. 

When I offer you passion of my heart 
you free my spirit on wild wings of hope 
so I return to home of your dream chart 
as we unite forces so we can cope 
with endless dangers when we navigate 
traps of death to construct our home on fate.