Sudden Chime Of Flowers

Sudden Chime Of Flowers
© Surazeus
2026 04 04

I think spring wind that moves my garden gate 
with sudden chime of flowers in sunlight 
might be young daughter of the lyre-skilled seer 
whose bright uncanny chord of ardent faith 
makes fruit trees dance with joy in morning rain, 
so I sing with her spirit in my heart. 

Though I have slept alone for many years, 
secure in calm state of my solitude, 
warmth of love that blooms from giving heart 
no more than illusion of fading fate, 
sweet voice of her free spirit sparks my soul 
awake from silence of my loneliness. 

After searching for her on homeless plains, 
I step outside door of safe house I built 
from fragile memories of cheerful laughs, 
and find shrewd daughter of the lyre-skilled seer 
tending herbs and fruit trees on river shore 
where I wander mute as water-smoothed stones. 

I ask forgiveness from her shining eyes 
as her deft hands tend roots of healing herbs 
when she mixes fresh fruits and vegetables 
with magical secrets of alchemy 
to prepare healthy feast for wanderers 
who gather around table of her heart. 

Now that faint shadow of my nameless soul 
has split in two bright spirits on the grass, 
I breathe celestial aura of the moon 
and sing enchanting melody of love 
while graceful daughter of the lyre-skilled seer 
frolics before large crowd of travelers. 

With sudden gust of wind that shakes our hearts 
our wild-winged son of fate, brave Icarus, 
swoops down from tall tree on taut sturdy rope, 
then seems to fly with eagle elegance 
above the awe-struck crowd of refugees 
who cheer transcendence of divinity. 

Though he transforms into the wingless crow 
who travels distant lands of sparkling snow, 
our curious son investigates star flight 
by searching for the highest peak of hope 
so he can soar beyond bounds of this world, 
though he may fall in bosom of the sea. 

Immense red glare of flames in timeless sky 
portends apocalypse of global wars, 
but clever daughter of the lyre-skilled seer 
tends fruit trees with attentive hands of faith, 
for empires stand on hard productive work 
of farmers and crafters with love for beauty.