Wounded Heart Of Everyone

Wounded Heart Of Everyone
© Surazeus
2026 05 11

The saddest soul in the world eats the stone 
soft as the wounded heart of everyone 
so no one else feels anguish of despair. 
Children swim in the river of weird words 
to understand why happiness of light 
gleams on surface of the burgeoning sea. 

Fragments of the broken mirror gleam blue 
in white dust of the driveway. Hungry trees 
explain to the girl in the yellow dress 
why wind gets trapped in words of holy books 
no one ever reads. Pipes where water flows 
slither under yards of fallen road signs. 

Each time he finds another jeweled crown 
abandoned in the field of rubber tires 
behind the car garage, he asks the crow 
for name of the faceless ghost in his heart. 
People driving cars wear innocent masks 
since rain sounds like clack of typewriter keys. 

Ghosts are not real, yet they are memories 
of people we would like to see again, 
the girl in the yellow dress tells the boy 
in tattered jeans. They walk along the fence 
and pretend to play piano on wires 
of awkward flirtation till they depart. 

When her aunt calls her Catherine again 
the girl in the yellow dress shakes her head. 
I am the incarnation of Isolde, 
but this time Tristan and I will not die 
of broken-hearted sorrow, for we choose 
the life we wish to live against cruel fate. 

When the boy sees the crow on the mailbox 
where he puts letters he can never write 
to his mother, he feels strange sense of fear, 
so he runs into night of broken lamps 
and hides behind the car-repair garage 
where his grandfather used to drink cold beer. 

Late each afternoon, before school is out, 
Tristan and Isolde meet at the garage 
where they eat hotdogs and drink seven-up 
while Light My Fire plays on the radio. 
Because no airplanes in the clear blue sky 
are dropping bombs, they both decide to kiss. 

She plays violin while he plays the flute 
as strangers making music in the night, 
till psychic energy swells huge as clouds 
that crack at sweet electric flash of love 
so silver rain drenches the world in hope. 
They never agree to marry or not.