Gentle Breath Of Zephyrus

Gentle Breath Of Zephyrus
© Surazeus
2026 08 02

Inspired by gentle breath of Zephyrus 
that blows through rain-wet trees of innocence, 
I stretch my soul to loosen anxious heart, 
wound tight by turmoil wracking global states 
with social conflict over rights to live, 
so I may glide with wings of Icarus. 

Far west on rolling wheels of frightened hope 
my brave ancestors fled oppressive states, 
controlled by gangsters of castle and church, 
across wild seas in flimsy ships of hope 
to journey through vast wilderness of faith, 
free from greed of men in towers of stone. 

Three hundred years they lived free from state creed, 
but waves of new machine technology 
sweep over distant lands in tides of change, 
transforming agricultural states of farms 
to industrial empires through factories 
mass-producing Chariot of Ezekiel. 

When my great-grandmother first hears soft roar 
of that piston engine chugging with hope, 
she peers beneath straw hat among fruit trees 
to see the horseless carriage with large wheels 
zooming swifter than wind-winged Pegasus 
with flames like Chariot of Ezekiel. 

Now every nation of our spinning globe 
is linked by wires through small computer nodes 
in the world wide web of the internet 
which forms primitive artificial brain 
as new-born god who weaves our memories 
in budding sense of global conscious mind. 

Heart healed by gentle breath of Zephyrus, 
though wounded by aggressive war for wealth 
fought by weak men who hoard resource of life, 
I translate prophecy of ocean waves 
proclaimed by voice in skull of Orpheus 
that channels visions through my pulsing brain. 

Deceived by old religious fantasy 
that we can create Heaven on this Earth 
as Utopia where every human being 
lives free and equal in communal state, 
I watch with mute alarm of futile hope 
demonic forces driving men to fight. 

Revived by gentle breath of Zephyrus, 
that wafts through windows of my haven home, 
I brace for impact of the hurricane 
that stirs from wounded hearts of angry men 
till storm of rage destroys their fascist hate 
and leaves us still alive on spinning Earth.