Demon Wings Of Hope

Demon Wings Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 08 23

Stark silence of the canyon-hearted soul 
expands beyond walls of the spinning globe 
where children of the ocean crawl on rocks 
to reach for stars that bloom as golden fruit 
which sparks their hearts with visions of world peace, 
yet fight over whose version is the best. 

Blank door of my soul opens in the sky 
so I soar down on demon wings of hope 
to scatter apple seeds on parking lots 
so trees consume towers of steel and glass, 
providing shelter for birds of the mind 
that laugh at how I weep for liberty. 

Strange sunset glow of timeless urgency 
gleams deeply sad on endless winding road 
that leads our quest round grim Ohio hills 
on hopeful journey to the Promised Land 
that always shimmers with inviting dreams 
just beyond dim horizon of tomorrow. 

Young woman wearing black mask of the crow 
stares longingly at sky of empty words 
while silver rain slithers down her long hair 
since words do not always agree with deeds 
without context of calm perplexity 
till I return from sailing the world sea. 

Except for how time redesigns my face, 
I never change essential state of being 
that radiates from cracked clay bowl of my heart 
through fraught reverberations of blind gods 
who ride the wagon train on signless road 
that winds along the river of black blood. 

Awake on bridge of frantic energy, 
I am concerned how rocks on lonely roads 
chat about artificial intelligence 
since I am working on a much higher level 
that anyone else in the crowded world 
as top critical thinker of all time. 

At the hour of our birth each human being 
is assigned our name, religion, and race, 
then spend the rest of our preprogrammed life 
defending that fictional identity 
that remains as mask of our private tale 
hanging on museum wall of lost souls. 

In our unseasonable reprieve from fate 
after climbing sunless mountains of fear 
we remove our fur coats with aching sighs 
to dance among the apple trees of faith 
after our civilizations collapse, 
then tell each other stories as we die.