Secret Streets Of Anywhere

Secret Streets Of Anywhere
© Surazeus
2025 12 30

We walk the secret streets of anywhere 
to find fear-twisted childhood memories 
where we are running to the somewhere else 
with nothing we should value in our hands, 
because we want to tend flowers of faith 
that bloom from chessboard of our fragile bones. 

We stop on mound of alabaster snow 
to remember old songs we used to sing 
around the solemn tree of flashing lights 
in disharmonious tunes of innocence 
sharpened into silence of nothingness, 
but leave frail pages curled in sparkling crust. 

We drink starlight from jar of honesty 
to prove we will not die of bitterness 
though we regret the randomness of fate 
that misdirected way of life we chose 
and leaves us stranded now in pathless woods 
beyond the crumbling walls of paradise. 

We drift past meadow of blank endlessness 
with inward grief we have no words to share 
beneath still-changing sky of solitude 
where ancient fire of passion stirs from sleep 
to wake in creatures who can never speak 
though their eyes pierce our souls with empathy. 

White raven in the pine of loyalty 
denies our plan to tend aggressive trees 
because we chase no butterflies of hope 
across the fenceless field of fortitude 
to marvel at strange wisps of energy 
congealed as clouds from nonexistent gods. 

We search the boundless world of river dales 
for shadows of our bodies in bright groves 
that radiate from the everywhere of fate 
when we share concepts in words we invent 
based on sweet chirps of birds in haughty trees 
that welcome us to leave with cluttered hearts. 

In poignant film that chronicles our quest 
we sit at desks beside the howling sea 
to translate laughter of wave-battered rocks 
to summer songs of sparrows in dead pines 
who watch us sleep for seven billion years 
till Earth is swallowed by expanding light. 

We dance in vortex of our swirling globe 
to feel how rivers flow through naked hearts 
till we float motionless outside all time 
above the still point of the multiverse 
where mothers in false doors of helplessness 
sing lullabies to children never born.