Share Sorrow Of Flowers

Share Sorrow Of Flowers
© Surazeus
2024 09 13

Not strange as leaves that whisper with the voice 
of ancient warriors fighting for the truth 
do rivers call our names in evening glow 
to gather on their shores when silver moon 
extracts our sorrows in bright tears we shed 
which beam as raindrops we catch in our hands. 

Still long forgotten memories of our youth 
glow softly in half-vagrant afternoons 
before road signs reverse the way we go 
if ruffled feathers red as apple skins 
release our sorrows to escape our mouths 
with every hour we measure river waves. 

Delight in beauty words may emanate 
lures us to honor moral state of mind 
when tragic tales of romances that failed 
educate us with how to do it right 
though we share sorrow of flowers we pick 
to savor caress of the lonely breeze. 

Too heavy weigh grim stones of naked hearts 
I bear with sighs that haughty trees will mock 
when I express ambition to expand 
grand scope of my commercial enterprise 
to sell fruits of sorrow to travelers 
who disappear in doors of everywhere. 

Near morning hour of mind-expanding dawn 
I sense strange presence of the nameless soul 
that wears your face when you appear in mist 
to give me seeds you gather with one hand 
from wordless sorrow of coincidence 
we scatter far from desolation row. 

Far from the twisted reach of crazy hope 
I dance on ever-shifting sands of time 
on journey to the distant land of thoughts 
where strangers gather in the ring of stones 
to share heart-breaking sorrow of the truth 
which binds our souls to bodies of our names. 

No wisdom can be found in wishing wells 
yet I cast runes of fortune in their depths 
while muttering small talk at the eyeless tree 
who teaches me how to build river boat 
from bones of sorrow weeping ghosts discard 
in which I sail down flowing stream of time. 

Not true enough to write in history books 
with competent letters of psychic code 
are these events of our average lives 
that we expend in search for happiness 
which we transform from sorrows we ignore 
yet choose to conjure from abyss of love.