Energetic Faith In Dirt

Energetic Faith In Dirt
© Surazeus
2025 05 18

Too long strange silence of the angel wing 
vibrates ancestral memories of the stream 
that floods the plain one hundred million years 
till wingless angel of the aching heart 
explores along the winding river shore 
and picks up gleaming emerald of her eye. 

Alone on grassy plain of floating stars, 
she sings the ancient memory of our genes 
that fuels her endless journey to the moon 
which always gleams above the distant hills 
and lures her to the land of apple trees 
beyond horizon of the wordless wind. 

The child who feels vibration of the rain 
throb deep in crystal bones of honesty 
knows why she is herself and no one else 
in all the history of the universe, 
for she collects the masks of long-dead gods 
to hang on trunks of trees as ticking clocks. 

Long curly hair swirls randomly in wind 
as she walks slowly toward demonic light 
that glimmers weirdly on the giant stone 
which wavers proudly in her aching heart 
till she arrives at edge of nothingness 
to touch the solid coldness of the world. 

What name of energetic faith in dirt 
she breathes with vibrant passion of her tongue 
defines complete expansiveness of self 
wrapped whole in secret warmth of fantasy 
which she decides must designate the face 
who looks at her from shimmer of the pool. 

Through misdirection of the twisted branch 
that points beyond vast whyness of the sky 
she feels soft hand of love enclose her heart 
with gentle protest of the lonesome guard 
who feels complete when she stays by his side 
while glimmer of the sun binds their hearts firm. 

Expressing vision glowing in her eyes 
with vibrant words that slither from her tongue, 
she tells him why their hearts connect in love 
because we calculate our destiny 
through each decision our hearts choose to make 
when we seek wholeness of our secret self. 

Assembled concepts of the fractured world 
complete whole puzzle of their separate hearts 
when they hold hands and walk in silent wind 
to blaze the trail long signless in the sun 
where we now drive our cars on asphalt road 
that takes us round in loops of strict routine.