Promised Land Of Peace

Promised Land Of Peace
© Surazeus
2025 06 24

Through gossamer veil of late evening mist 
I leap to taste the pomegranate moon, 
but fruit of passion floats beyond my reach. 
Stars crumble into glass shards on the beach 
that flash in curses concealed in the rune 
to burn as your heart pulsing in my fist. 

Foraging for apple snails of regret, 
the black-winged Limpkin with star-twinkling eyes 
gallops swiftly away with ungainly gait. 
Kneeling before the locked heavenly gate 
that glitters blood-red with diamonds of lies, 
I transform as ghost of the ethernet. 

Awake at dawn in the ruins of Rome, 
Aurora holds star-gold light in her mouth 
and threatens to bestow fame on the fool. 
Forging gold beams into rings with his tool, 
Vulcan plots how to take over the South 
and build new empire where goatherders roam. 

When water in the cauldron of my thoughts 
boils with rage from flames of state tyranny, 
I fight the gangs of thugs kidnapping souls. 
Ill-fated fortune of my psychic roles 
blooms ripe in apple of epiphany 
so I wear party masks of long-dead gods. 

When lightning strikes the tower of lost tales, 
Selene stands in temple of fake time 
to prophesy fall of the tyrant king. 
Floating lightly on soft angelic wing, 
she sings with voice of knowledge at the chime 
that rings before destruction of sea gales. 

Adrift on raft of honesty at sea, 
while searching for the Promised Land of Peace, 
we flee from war that engulfs our homeland. 
The female Dunlin bird rests on my hand 
as I lament that cruel wars never cease, 
keeping calm since I wield the secret key. 

Though antique towers crown the watery glade 
where Science studies nature of our world, 
I sport with joy in happy fields of faith. 
Possessed by fierce ambition of the wraith, 
I perform my role as new cosmic herald 
till energy of hope begins to fade. 

Acquainted with the light of solemn rain, 
I walk the endless maze of city streets 
to find stage of my tragic destiny. 
The luminary clock of ecstasy 
records accomplishment of noble feats 
that I perform with nothing left to gain.