Haunt Our Empty Home

Haunt Our Empty Home
© Surazeus
2025 12 14

If I get safely home on road of faith 
after walking nowhere ten thousand years 
perhaps you will see me as the wild fox 
that wanders without care in city streets 
while you drive your car without angel wings 
then call my name when I gaze in your eyes. 

When I transform into lithe human being 
you take my hand with innocent respect 
so we may dwell in possibility 
where windows of our hopes frame what could be 
if we return to chambers of our hearts 
with everlasting love in paradise. 

Together in uncertain slant of light 
we heft our hearts with brave cathedral tunes 
to heal unheavenly hurt of deep love, 
hearts afflicted by misunderstood words 
that twist true meanings into breathless fear 
till we transcend the distance with new faith. 

Our lonely sapling town on roadless plain 
reveals delirious flowers in our brains 
that bloom from inner shadows of desire, 
lost deep in fields of golden wind-blown wheat 
till glass rain shadows innocent despair 
because we paint our names on new-road signs. 

Yet when I hear song of the balladeer 
assert world view of my merciless bride, 
I hide what ails my withered heart at noon 
with anguished lily rotten on my brow 
for you have vanished at harsh flash of dawn 
as fairy child in meadows of blind mist. 

Your wild eyes lure me to your elven grove 
where we dream endless paradise of love 
in fleeting hour of sun-veiled dance with death 
till I wake startled in lush dew-wet grass 
and wander mute along the busy road 
where cars race past eternity of now. 

I find you by wood coffin of our son 
killed in jungle war across the cruel sea, 
red tears of chaos streaming from your eyes 
that flash fierce hurricanes of social change 
to shatter pillars of our world empire 
that crumbles prairie homes in nuclear wind. 

If I revert back to my primal form 
as wild fox hunting in snow-mountain range 
far from the busy streets of city wealth, 
I wonder if you will escape its maze 
and search for me in valley of tall pines 
where we forever haunt our empty home.