Joyful Road Of Forever

Joyful Road Of Forever
© Surazeus
2025 07 21

When the clock on the wall runs out of time, 
all the people in town walk through locked doors 
and journey alone on the road of forever 
to gather in the field where horses sing 
so they can hold moonlight in hopeful hands 
and give away every dream they hold dear. 

If they wander without eyes in willow trees 
to find the white raven with seven eyes, 
they may get lost on the road of forever 
when the laughing man who lives in the oak  
brings the bleeding book to the empty church 
because they want to buy hope from dead gods. 

Though bells of sorrow ring across the land 
to lead the lonely people without doors 
down along the signless road of forever, 
they stop and ask the lady of the lake 
for the secret of the sword in the stone, 
but she steals all the dreams they leave behind. 

Trapped in flash of the television screen 
with the faceless ghosts of the dream machine, 
the girl who waits on the road of forever 
crochets galaxies of pulsing black holes 
from threads of fate still tangled in our hearts 
since we want to follow the laughing horse. 

Because the girl with flowers in her hair, 
who almost drowned in the river of tears, 
maps world network for the road of forever, 
the handless boy who wants to play guitar 
hitchhikes to the city of crowded bars 
though the spider witch has stolen his voice. 

When the people of the town with no doors 
gather together in the field of skulls, 
Phoebus arrives on the road of forever 
to stand on the stage where actors perform 
to sing about the girl with star-gold eyes 
who keeps the cat of love safe in her heart. 

Yet wheels of cars transform into new clocks 
which calculate cost of redemptive faith 
when we escape on the road of forever 
though refugees from failed states crowd the way 
because we never find the Promised Land 
that appears at the core of every map. 

Far from locked door where all journeys begin 
by dark caves where the sun has never shone, 
we follow the joyful road of forever 
to build ten million homes along the way 
where our children will open the locked door 
and gather on the river shore to sing.