How Flowers Like To Feel

How Flowers Like To Feel
© Surazeus
2026 03 22

If sunlight knows how flowers like to feel, 
and raindrops understand my heart of steel, 
then I remember how my mother dreams 
delightful laughter of snow-sparkling streams 
when firefly fairies lead me through dark mist 
to willow where my love and I first kissed. 

Since spring-dawn light knows how to cheer my heart 
without my resorting to the star chart, 
I step through wreckage of this modern world 
to find lost code book of the cosmic herald, 
but all I find in tattered photographs 
are memories of people working on crafts. 

I must remember what my eyes perceive 
enshrined in altars where the living grieve 
for friends and family killed in endless wars 
whose ghostly shadows haunt unopened doors 
as if our hearts are birds in burning trees 
whose songs record official killing sprees. 

Should I vow justice to end tyranny, 
encoding courage in strange litany 
sung by the blind girl by square fountain pool 
whose voice enchants hearts of both seer and fool, 
I might rouse spirits of my citizens 
to welcome wandering homeless denizens. 

Or clocks in trunks of elms might rewind fate 
with gears that open wide the jeweled gate 
allowing refugees from wars of greed 
to enter Heaven with classified creed 
based on binary benefits of truth, 
endorsing fusion of messiah sleuth. 

Through hybrid functions dream machines provide 
pilgrims discover hills where they abide 
by mapping franchise where the hunter dwells 
with mission to mortgage conceptual wells 
for faithful warriors of the mountain ghost 
who sends his daughter to play social host. 

Unlicensed sellers in new market stalls 
display masks of gods swiped from temple walls 
for children of the corn to wear with pride 
yet wrestle angels on the mountain side 
because our faces vanish in gold glow 
refracted through blinding mirror of snow. 

With moral payment to the palace guard 
my mind previews vision in fractured shard 
that twirls from shattered suddenness of death 
though I fly with radar brain of deep breath 
over bright rainbow to the Promised Land 
where Zeus rules world empire from Samarkand.