Weird Door Of Hope

Weird Door Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 04 27

The road of life that winds into the mist 
too often seems to randomly go nowhere, 
yet if I follow bright light of my heart 
that reveals big picture of my dream chart, 
I find myself with the people I love 
safe in lush garden we create with faith. 

Beneath the Tree of Truth where we first kissed 
we soon began to feel how much we care, 
so we hold hands on winding road of life 
to help each other overcome all strife 
as we share fruit we pluck from limbs of hope 
so trees grow from seeds we drop on our path. 

Entranced by dazzle of the flowing stream, 
that blocks the signless road of cautious hope 
we think leads to our secret happiness, 
we sway in beauty of weird dizziness, 
then hold each other tight with loyal trust, 
charged with essential transience of our lives. 

Our years together swirl into sweet dream 
as we assert fraught sessions we must cope 
with leaps of faith across dark emptiness 
that teems with rich bounty of loveliness 
so we attend lush garden of our needs 
that blooms with fruits rewarding our hard work. 

Though we advance on separate paths of toil 
in project to enclose our paradise, 
we link our hearts with voices of our souls 
to ease production through our mutual roles 
arranging plants with clear cosmetic plan 
to build artificial Heaven in Hell. 

Because we speak with language of the trees 
to record chaos of experience 
in simple catalog of complex thoughts, 
we find ourselves becoming strict robots 
trapped in hierarchic duty of blind fate 
society expects us to fulfill. 

To manage sadness of swift-passing years 
we frame our sorrow as weird door of hope 
so we can hide from monsters in the woods 
by carving them as idols of our gods 
whose fierce demonic faces make us laugh 
when we recount the terror of their eyes. 

The road of life that lead us to each other 
contrived through random fortune of our hopes 
to bring us face to face beside the sea 
where we ate fish we roasted on the fire, 
so we made meadow of our meeting place 
to be garden home of our paradise.