Road That Never Moves

Road That Never Moves
© Surazeus
2025 06 25

I want to ask clouds in the distant sky 
to tell her through the drops of sparkling rain 
that I will always journey at her side, 
but all I find is shadow of her soul 
silent beside me on the meadow grass 
far from the endless road that never moves. 

Perhaps she will return from somewhere else 
and call my name before my sunless tomb 
to come forth from cold darkness of my fear 
so I can walk with shadow of her soul 
one hundred million years of flowing time 
as we transform from mouse to faceless god. 

If death is secret moving in my heart 
with ache of sorrow springing tears of hope, 
then I will touch the object of desire 
to understand strange essence of this world 
so truth invisible to dreamless eyes 
may shine as lamp that guides our journey home. 

The absent body of her vibrant soul 
still resonates with passion of her heart 
from hollow emptiness of where she glows 
so when I wake from dream I find myself 
standing beside myself among fruit trees, 
expanding to be everywhere at once. 

When our ship splits on the rock of our faith 
we will rebuild material of its hope 
in home with rooms to keep our memories 
preserved in hymns we sing before we die, 
and doors that lead our souls to other worlds 
so we dwell safe in haven of shared love. 

The tree of knowledge on lawn of our home 
looms spectral at the silver sky of hope 
with shaggy gloominess of pure respect 
that weeps to see us humans live and die 
through endless generations of rebirth 
which surge in waves of innocent desire. 

Long branches twisting at the empty sky 
map disappearance of our hungry souls 
as we blaze trails across the wilderness 
to network cities with connective roads 
while weaving empire of world-view control 
which becomes the truth we cannot dismiss. 

Through summer stillness of the sultry air 
our lithe bodies emerge from soil of Earth 
to harvest food from bounty of its faith 
so we share feast of friends in temple halls 
while the blind bard sings long-forgotten tales 
of heroes whose dreams animate our minds.