Sunday, November 17, 2024

Nomad Of Signless Roads

Nomad Of Signless Roads
© Surazeus
2024 11 17

Though I am the nomad of signless roads 
I want to draw the border of my truth 
around my sorrow on the map of hope 
to make my soul the country of my heart 
where you can dwell safe in walls of my love 
no matter how far we wander from home. 

Though I travel alone to love and faith, 
enduring struggles against obstacles 
indifferent nature casts on road of hope, 
my journey to find home our love creates 
is shared by every person in the world, 
for in the end we all will meet in death. 

Though I had hoped we would all meet in death 
I find myself alone on road of fate, 
my private paradise where I now dwell 
designed by every little choice I make 
as I expand its borders to include 
every nameless soul lost on every road. 

Though we meet now and then on road of life 
we find ourselves alone with faceless death 
so we give Death the faces of our friends 
so we can share sweet comfort of despair 
while savoring beauty of forever now 
till eternity erases everything. 

Though bombs destroy the homes our fathers built 
we build new homes with shrapnel of their hate 
so bombs cannot destroy homes made of bombs 
till we decide with one expressive word 
to blast illusions of our hopes to dreams 
so we can build homes from elusive faith. 

Though borders drawn by men with guns of greed 
mark where their gangs of killers ceased combat 
I walk through fences and past gates of fear 
to bind all countries of the world in one, 
connected by our shared experience 
of losing the homes we built with our hearts. 

Though I hide in the shadow of my home, 
hoping border of our fear keeps us safe, 
I feel aggression of invading thieves 
who seek to drive me from my paradise 
so they can build their home of star-blind faith 
on ruins of my home with blood and bones. 

Though I am the nomad of signless roads 
I want to erase all borders of fear 
to free our spirits from the Promised Land 
that imprisons our hopes in blinding faith, 
for heavy hearts sprout wings of honesty 
to fly above vast maze of bombed-out homes. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus searches for lost friends in the bombed-out cities of Ukraine, finding only the shards of their dreams in the ruins of their homes.

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