Mystery Of The Painting

Mystery Of The Painting
© Surazeus
2024 01 20

Through mystery of the painting on the wall 
that figures swirls of psychic energy 
in thousand colors of the rainbow mind 
I see reflection of our human soul 
in weird impression of trees in the rain 
as I climb sunlit hill toward scene of death. 

The man who kills people without regret 
attacks the young boy protecting his clan 
but he fights back and kills the raging bull 
though he is wounded and falls in the grass 
where he sings at the blank face in the sky 
till his spirit vanishes in the wind. 

I paint the scene I witness with my eyes 
so people who live after we all die 
can see noble deed of the humble hero 
who gives his life to save people he loves 
when we enact scene of his tragic death 
on temple stage before the evening feast. 

Right after he is borne from stage of tears 
the young girl descended from the great hero 
appears on stage in long white flowing gown 
to sing heart-wrenching hymn of sweet despair 
with words that call his soul back from the stars 
to live reborn in heart of every boy. 

Nine centuries later in the hilltop town 
tourists from countries all over the world 
visit long-neglected shrine in the cave 
where faceless statue of the boy still stands 
with arms stretched out to protect his small clan 
from evil tyrant who would steal their land. 

Several men who step out of the black van 
attempt to kidnap the young teenage girl 
but the boy eating lunch in the cafe 
runs quickly with the kitchen broom he grabs 
and shouts while whacking them hard on the arms 
till angry Scarface shoots him in the chest. 

People call the police on their smart phones 
while he explains two men kidnapped the girl 
but no one sees the black van race away 
and the young boy dies in the ambulance 
as tears stream down his cheeks from lightless eyes 
beneath indifferent stars in the black sky. 

I paint the tragic scene with tears of blood 
so people will rescue the kidnapped girl 
who disappears in the vast city maze 
till the neighboring nation bombs the hotel 
so she escapes and climbs the sunlit hill 
where she stands weeping in bright cleansing rain.