Monday, January 15, 2024

Yet My Heart Endures

Yet My Heart Endures
© Surazeus
2024 01 15

When time falls back in open arms of love 
death starts awake from gleam of hungry dawn 
which spurs my heart with anguish of desire 
to find sweet beauty of pleasure again 
though sorrow at loss breaks my surprised heart, 
yet my heart endures to create more love. 

The village my ancestors built from scratch 
five hundred years with hands of bloody hope 
is burned to swirls of cold innocent ash 
by rampaging gang of arrogant thieves 
who drive us into wilderness of fear, 
yet my heart endures to find paradise. 

Because suspicious winds of hungry hills 
batter our bodies with sarcastic hope 
the frail flickering flame of faith we tend 
with trembling hands in ring of bitter rocks 
almost deserts us each bleak afternoon, 
yet my heart endures to nurture faint hope. 

Ghost of my body haunts our homestead farm, 
performing daily routines of respect 
to maintain production of friendly wheat, 
while I huddle against cruel hilltop ridge, 
floating in dizzy terror of mute death, 
yet my heart endures with handful of seeds. 

Tall horse with ambitious eyes of concern 
guides our way among sharp ignorant crags 
with patient compassion for our dire state, 
till through jagged pillars of confidence 
we arrive in vale of the generous lake, 
so my heart endures with firm gratitude. 

Kneeling on moist shore of romantic lake, 
body pulsing with bright epiphany 
of unbelievable hope deceiving fate, 
I plant seeds of wheat with prayer to Blue Sky 
that nature grant my wish to start anew, 
so my heart endures with cautious regard. 

Constructing new home from reverent stone, 
where we conspire to build new paradise, 
we embark on daily raid to explore 
indifferent wilderness of devious woods 
on noble crusade to befriend the land, 
so my heart endures with nascent esteem. 

When time leaps forward on wings of desire 
death lingers in shadows of tolerance 
which motivates my heart with anxious faith 
to treasure beauty of nature I love 
though sorrow hunts my apprehensive heart, 
yet my heart endures to create true love. 


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