Thursday, June 20, 2024

Taut Harp Of Hope

Taut Harp Of Hope
© Surazeus
2024 06 20

How you might see, with dream-expanding eyes, 
forsaken ghost of mind complexity 
contained by silver light, or never know 
strange flashing scenes of sorrows undisclosed 
by mute death, yet step forth to claim with pride 
contentious passion through soul liberty. 

I think of ancient tales, unwritten code 
concealed by letters mothers never write 
to children searching for the weeping tree 
of timeless love, which the motionless sun 
embraces close with breathless energy 
of faith, to understand why we must die. 

Not quite obscure as Heaven I create 
from fairy tales, through eggs hidden in grass 
that nurture serpents with prophetic pledge 
of altered truth, my simple home preserves 
prayerless memories of slow afternoons 
while children chase their nameless ghosts of fear. 

Taut harp of hope, that supports river bridge 
of bold ambition, unpardoned by greed 
bestowed by laughter on our unbowed heads, 
aligns our spirits flush along choir strings 
connecting countless minds in city maze 
with soft electric flow, if we should cry. 

Awake in shadow, parceled by glass doors 
condensing fraught eternity with words 
invented by sad birds, my heart descends 
on curveless myth of tense divinity, 
undone by laughter children sell for faith, 
so we can hold hands with calm quietude. 

Unsettled anxiousness of placid trust 
confounds serene complacency we share 
for irksome interchange, bound cheerfulness 
confining sorrow mute in virtuous gloom, 
yet grim elation blesses hours we wait 
for shards of comfort to fall from the sky. 

Fragile contentment, cementing our hearts 
with tranquil shock of disadvantaged hope 
for evasive peace, blames my hungry bliss 
unsatisfied by failed attempts to fly 
home, since honesty wounds our naked hearts 
with bitterness concealed in ancient rocks. 

Each unspent motion, pacing us from home 
through explicit speech of our caravan, 
conserves faint progress, slowly sinking deep 
in wordless water of forgetful dream, 
because we share desire to savor life 
that slips away just as we understand. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks across endless Bridge of Forgetfulness to find you.

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