Lonely Tree Of Trust

Lonely Tree Of Trust
© Surazeus
2025 10 23

If we must separate our broken hearts 
on islands sheltered by generous frames 
that float on opposite sides of the globe, 
we should aspire to question normal thought, 
constrained by sense of terror about life, 
so we can paint our faces on the sky. 

Entranced by prayer of holy mountain frogs, 
I pass the time as radiant jewel ghost 
who lingers fondly in the distant past 
to stretch my sorrow past infinity 
wrapped in strange absence of this prescient hour 
when I become the lonely tree of trust. 

Confused by sharpness of the golden time 
when we sit silently in grove of elms, 
I give you secret laughter bees design 
who lead us home to garden of childhood 
where leaves are mirrors of forgotten masks 
we used to wear when we played hide and seek. 

Almost forgetting how to calculate 
fractions of feelings we hide in small seeds, 
I savor passion of advancing age 
as I decay from discretions of youth 
when dreams of paradise I could create 
converge with fractured fantasy of faith. 

Concealing serpent in my ardent heart, 
I drive east on long highway of intent 
pasts houses half-seen in time-shifting fog 
where all my ancestors wait in dark rooms 
for me to visit hearth of memories 
so they can drift away into the stars. 

Because I float in hot spring of respect 
to cleanse my wounded heart of foul contempt, 
I call to brilliant angels of blind clouds 
to bring me sacred books demons compose 
so I can view with apprehensive glance 
complex formulas that define the real. 

I fail to stay on highways paved with laws, 
yet park my weeping car among dead elms, 
then walk across meadows of screaming stones 
to scatter flowers on graves of old gods 
whose names now label thriving market towns 
where faceless children wear their broken masks. 

Unsanctioned creed of rebellious kings 
mismeasures strange topography of fate 
where we construct vast maze of city streets 
so everyone lives in mansion of mirrors 
to play deceptive witness to the crime 
when he chops down the lonely tree of trust.