Safe Environment Of Hope

Safe Environment Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 08 22

My frail heart swells with pungent gratitude, 
derived from experience of old age, 
that I have been able, with sturdy faith, 
to maintain safe environment of hope 
for my children to thrive through confidence, 
brave in haven of my protective tomb. 

Productive chaos stirring urban scenes 
secures deep source of energetic growth 
for people joined in contract of concern 
to thrive through dynamic communities 
preserving spirit of brave pioneers 
rooted in soil by hands of founding pride. 

Assertion of pure motive to create 
enough food for every soul to consume 
stirs sublime respect in all open hearts 
for strong beauty of cooperative work 
that binds immigrating strangers of fate 
in prosperous communes through liberty. 

Careful attention of our aching hearts 
conjures from soil of humble nothingness 
flourishing success of fertile desire 
that blooms ripe from desolate afternoons 
as temporary stay against mute death 
that always haunts celebrations of life. 

Sweet music of encoding instruments 
rings brightly in narrow streets of regret 
through durable discipline we direct 
to increase enrollment of carefree joy 
when spark of exotic passion expends 
secret equity of luxurious play. 

Lured by our host of mechanical mirth, 
we follow Bacchus and his prancing pard 
through winding streets of tragic loyalty, 
despite portable ordinance of greed, 
in frantic game exchanging oxygen 
based on scholarship of romantic sport. 

Though we cavort on fluid stage of fate 
to exercise free will of hard-won choice, 
awake on rugged coast of nonchalance, 
we must divorce our jagged hearts of hope 
from heart-entrapping game of synergy 
since rocky cliffs of gray seas understand. 

Alone in meadow of the weeping tree, 
I gather blackberries with trembling hands, 
then sit beneath the willow tree with swans 
and feast on sweet catastrophe of faith 
that children of my tangled genes will thrive 
long after I disappear in mute wind.