Echoes Trapped In Vows

Echoes Trapped In Vows
© Surazeus
2026 01 17

In bitter rain of the cold morning hour 
all I know are thick mud and tangled trees, 
so I search the world for the last gold flower 
that intoxicates me with scented breeze, 
till I ask ghost of the horse with gold eyes 
how she unveils dizzy sun in the skies. 

Enclosing me with ancient eyes of light, 
snow horse explains how angels without wings 
explore our dream world in fantastic flight 
as mushrooms bloom in moon-round fairy rings 
because I speak in echoes trapped in vows 
while writhing with hope under golden boughs. 

If I can play baptism of the brain 
to understand strange riddles of the clown, 
I might arrive at work unwet from rain 
at oldest crowded restaurant in town 
where I bring plates of food to hungry souls 
who excitedly discuss social roles. 

The countless selves that separate their masks 
from faceless core at center of my mind 
imitate me when they perform weird tasks 
that sustain social system men designed 
because I hide in home of doorless fear 
at second coming of the puppeteer. 

My younger self on swing of ardent faith 
attempts to leap into bright sky of joy 
but disappears in mirror of the wraith 
to challenge God with puzzles seers employ 
in mental game of chess in tune with Death 
who teaches me key of celestial breath. 

Sad orphans wait for parents to return 
from grand amusement park of bankruptcy 
despite noble expressions of concern 
church leaders sell to steal dream gadgetry 
sealed to hide bloodline of the holy grail 
through lost heritage of the great white whale. 

Awake at hour of midnight outside Heaven, 
I search for mask from ancient gallery 
designed to enchant spirit of the Raven 
whose secret project of world wizardry 
realigns structure of great nation-states 
to tangle genes that favor divine traits. 

Enwrapped in satin cape of princesshood, 
I name each person on the signless road 
who wants to live in pleasant neighborhood 
where every soul bears the same heavy load 
in struggle to transcend our mortal state 
since we choose how stars reprogram our fate.