When Light Strides Bold

When Light Strides Bold
© Surazeus
2025 03 21

When light strides bold on solitary fields 
and speaks to me of truth I should know well, 
I weave its vibrant colors in my heart 
as science overtakes my aching need 
and teaches me to feel the sacrament 
encroaching on my soul with eerie tones. 

With each ancestral life of hope I walk, 
awake in present body of my genes, 
I find out who I am through suffering 
as I abide with struggles of the heart 
on unblazed trail past milestones of desire 
where angels scold me with dire honesty. 

Though tribe of my gene-clan is scattered far 
and wide across the landscape of lost hope, 
and everyone I love has turned to stones 
that lie forgotten on the trail of tears, 
I keep on walking toward dark distant hills 
to reconcile my heart with knowing faith. 

Black wings of ravens in the sprawling oak, 
that flutter at approach of breathless fear, 
reveal strange beauty of her star-bright eyes 
that guide my way with confidence of love 
through tangled forest of misconstrued words 
where god of sorrow lurks by pool of lies. 

She howls not at injustice of the world 
for she steals away from its hostile games 
to dance in meadow of the singing horse 
who gives her wings of faithful mystery 
so she can touch weird beauty of the sky 
that mirrors secret wisdom of her heart. 

While wandering on the hill of hopelessness, 
we meet the moon-eyed prophet of despair 
whose face is chiseled gaunt by wind-blown rain, 
and ask if he can see future events, 
but he points to the endless swirling sea 
and chants grim spell that may set all hearts free. 

The shriveled souls of fallen angels writhe 
with violent agony surpassing faith, 
dismissing possibilities through hope 
that we may resurrect from rotten mud, 
so we wrap all painful experiences 
in secret book of miraculous life. 

Across our tranquil land of signless roads 
we follow shadow of the singing horse 
to fertile Garden of Hesperides 
where the wizard forges everyone keys 
so we can share sweet joy of this brief life 
when light strides bold on solitary fields.