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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

When We Weep Wildly

When We Weep Wildly
© Surazeus
2025 10 15

If my heart is luminous with desire 
at glow of the harvest moon among pines, 
time might soothe sorrow between silences 
though we bear lanterns on the end of wands 
to light narrow path in gloom of despair 
for those who play protector of the faith. 

She sets bouquet of constellations safe 
on table bound by perfect innocence, 
expensive as heart-wrenching pain of saints 
who fold bright shadows into long-winged cranes 
which float with airplanes beyond silver dawns 
to find the lonely house of faceless gods. 

We sail across gold ocean of forever, 
asserting happiness of constant change 
through tangled vines on bowers of respect 
which weave weird light of honesty that beams 
into my heart at whisper of your voice 
when you express my secret name with trust. 

Trapped in the fantasy of paradise 
preserved inside surrounding walls of hope, 
I build new nest for testament of faith 
defining how light nurtures stoic seers 
who paint with bitter blood new prophecies 
detailing process humans use to grow. 

Pure blue of shadows on clear brittle snow 
defines solidity of absent souls 
who dance with ecstasy of mindless joy 
around the fractured idol of our god 
who cannot understand our state of mind 
when we weep wildly without wings of woe. 

Among delicate Delphinium blooms 
I carve mask of my ancestral god 
on sapphire tablet of celestial light 
which I bear at our wedding in moonlight 
by restless lake of elemental ghosts 
who teach us how to endure suffering. 

My brain that pulses with virtual dream world 
spins taut in black hole smaller than my eyes 
through concentrated core of rainbow swirls 
that highlight absence of my solar wraith 
through harmony of presence codified 
by circle-bearing magnet of true love. 

Neat transposition between opposites 
exposes faint road on landscape of grief 
where faceless people wander without goal 
in double ring of retrograde regret 
despite our passion project to create 
atlas of world history where humans thrive. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while refugees dishomed by civil war wander endless road of nowhere with free tickets to the amusement park of Wonderland.

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