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Saturday, April 12, 2025

Signs Along The Road

Signs Along The Road
© Surazeus
2025 04 12

Each name I paint on signs along the road 
defines the person I meet at that point 
along the random journey of my life 
so I remember them with fond respect 
when their ghost haunts me in the moonless night 
though I leave them all behind on the way. 

When I get to the end of my life road 
I look backward on the way I blazed here 
and see the neatness of my progress home 
to where I sit and rest my weary heart, 
though I had no plan when I started out 
and just go where I feel like each new day. 

There is no wisdom in these casual thoughts 
that trickle from my eyes as salty tears 
to sour the apple I eat while I cry 
because their faces haunt me in the dusk 
and I can hear their voices in the breeze 
call me to come back to the place called home. 

I stare into the past beyond the mist 
that shrouds the way I walk to this weird hour 
when I feel spinning of the ancient world 
around the blazing sun that never moves 
till I fall over and lie in the grass 
and sink into the nothing of my faith. 

Since I can never go back to the past 
I wipe away my tears and smile with hope, 
then continue forward on road of faith 
toward the future I have not yet perceived 
yet shimmers on horizon of my heart 
with sweet allurement of the Promised Land. 

Light rain that sweeps down from the mountain peak 
splashes my face with erotics of faith 
that spurs my aching heart with ardency 
to weave sunlight in veil of constancy 
which shields my heart from haunting tune of love 
that rises reluctantly from my heart. 

I cannot see the what-will-be of life 
till I enter space where things are real now 
that proves my choices fortunate my fate, 
so I laugh with joy at absurdity 
that shakes my body with mute ecstasy 
with honest analysis I accept. 

Though you haunt me on the road where I walk 
alone beyond edge of eternity, 
I paint your names on signs along the road 
to show all travelers who follow me 
the true way to take to find paradise 
we find that shines in our hearts all along. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus photographs signs along the road that Ophelia painted on her journey to find the Promised Land that exists only in human hearts.

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