Untouchable Hope For Love

Untouchable Hope For Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 24

Based on your correspondence with the moon 
we wish to advise you of flustered wings 
that frame morbid emptiness of the sky 
with fractured words people hide in their hearts, 
sharp as teeth of serpents among the rocks 
that angels use to construct paradise. 

Because the mind of God could name itself 
with precious beauty of the souvenir, 
which you bought at the desert-road dream stall, 
you crave adamant sweetness of ripe pears 
that flash with untouchable hope for love 
contained by eccentric pulse of false wealth. 

Stained by voice at the end of the world, 
you photograph horizon of the heart 
where wood ships bobble on arrogant waves 
while chasing summer clouds to paradise 
where lonely gods with headaches fume at faith 
that fractures belief systems of the lost. 

Electric ghosts who travel galaxies 
divide their hearts with wings of butterflies 
to trap fierce heretics in divine tombs 
who preach the power of grass to revive 
loyal zombies from cluttered words of jokes 
who cannot solve fraught mortality game. 

Still in love with the laughing demoness, 
you smile against grim horror of this world 
when you glimpse nothingness of final death 
that shocks our bodies after each car crash 
releases the blue bird of happiness 
whose song reveals the monster in my heart. 

Encased in cylinder of throbbing brains, 
too expensive for agencies to buy, 
you measure vast formation of the Earth 
to feel the suffering of the homeless poor 
who stand in line at the locked church door 
to buy faith with devalued currency. 

Born from explosions of celestial bombs 
as greatest generation in the world, 
you fly on silk wings of angelic pride 
above the vast suburban maze of homes 
where children trapped in television tubes 
follow Moses to land of Zathamar. 

If we hark back to age of high romance, 
when kings attempt to manage farm estates, 
you may transform from humble kitchen maid 
to clever Empress ruling Wonderland 
who shines your hour on world proscenium 
till you find me in mirror of your heart.