Farmland Of Fertile Faith

Farmland Of Fertile Faith
© Surazeus
2025 12 24

Soft silhouettes of faceless angels flow 
through bodies of humans into real life 
as puzzles noticed through kaleidoscopes 
awake in mountain solitude of faith 
that transmit secret dreams from pulsing brains 
as echoes rippling across mirror eyes. 

Sharp tongue of the wind tastes my hidden heart 
framed by concept of the clear cobalt sky 
that blinks at crack of stones on treeless hills 
where fallen angel lies ten thousand years 
in playground where wild children learn to sing 
with transparent words soft as flower blooms. 

Limitless thoughts of sorrow bloom from death 
where blank ghosts crawl along parallel lines 
that vanish into books with unread tales 
depicting special characters we love 
perform their roles on infinite chessboard 
while waiting for the world to never end. 

Barometer of unspoken emotions 
pursues weird beauty with relentless force 
familiar through code of arcane projects 
designed to resurrect the human race 
before we disappear with turn of time 
pricked by rose petals of angelic hands. 

Blue outline of our empty coterie 
requires clear faction of our psychic band 
to journey through farmland of fertile faith 
where random people, mesmerized by key 
that opens doors across the multiverse, 
ask us if we remember how to swim. 

Clouds shape the present hour of mimicry 
with doubtless passion for the constant eye 
recorded by typography of trust 
based on apology angels decree 
before we clash with instrumental war 
for lonely wanderers who want to sing. 

Clocks chime position of our sudden home 
that counts from zero to the morbid shock 
attachment highlights for transcendent truth 
unless we give stolen treasures away 
to prove superior innocence of greed 
because we dare not sing new elegies. 

Imperfect curve of graceful petulance 
asserts our right to trace horizon line 
with wingless flapping of uncurtained wind 
more awkward than our most uncertain hour 
since yesterday we breathe light of the sea 
before our hearts surrender to sweet death.