Summer Tree Of Tongues

Summer Tree Of Tongues
© Surazeus
2025 11 17

If owls still wail before old fathers die, 
I should walk windswept road of dancing trees 
to find the house I built collapsed in rain 
when rage erases beauty from the sky, 
though I hide wingless angels in my eye 
because they seek to understand the why. 

Cloud-stippled wings of thunder-laughing crows 
beat urgently against hole of my face 
since sharp words spoken by the shadow ghost 
targets my heart with ubiquitous faith 
that God attends my fortune with bold plan 
which cripples my ability to play. 

Mysterious beauty of the singing stone 
attracts attention of the nameless girl 
who pauses search for blueberries and eggs 
to ask the crow in summer tree of tongues 
why no one seems to understand her words 
as if their souls are water of the lake. 

So she leans close to study flower blooms 
where bees buzz languidly in shimmer-thought 
for simple concept of possessive fate 
contained in promises of falling rain 
that still reminds her why she needs to know 
how human bodies pulse with energy. 

If she explores dark chambers of the sea 
with hazardous assertion that time swirls, 
she fears frail hope will shatter at the strike 
of supple wings old butterflies consign 
to sighs of happiness from casual waves 
despite allowance for excited ploy. 

Our perfect voices blend with radiant choirs 
in company of sudden ringing spite 
that leaves our bodies throbbing on hot sand 
when we embrace in tangled hope of love 
though we sink wordlessly in liquid gloom 
to escape hollow duty of the tomb. 

Trapped by terrible silence of respect 
that blesses lonely hearts with fortitude, 
we sell each other lies for eggs and gems 
based on capacity of hearts to know 
glamor of lies from grittiness of truth, 
delicate with frantic friendship of faith. 

Distraught with heartless majesty of angst, 
we store our precious relics in our hearts 
to prove we grow beyond obsessive game 
our parents teach us to play so we gain 
plaintive glitter of earnest ardency 
when I rebuild home with paternal bones.