Illusion Of Unspoken Hope

Illusion Of Unspoken Hope
© Surazeus
2026 09 07

Simple quietness of long afternoons 
expands moments to vast eternity 
with timeless floating of delicious light 
that gleams on walls and lawns of silent homes 
where people hide from chaos of desire 
to relish peaceful tales of fearful hope. 

Unruly laughter from proprieties 
of gleeful disdain for old social rules 
animates eager hearts with ardency 
of brave attention from heart of the soul 
who seeks salvation in pleasure of play 
that channels energy through graceful minds. 

When she appears from shadow of lost faith 
with hawk eyes that observe our changing fate, 
our spirits run with eager hope to learn 
strange secret of spirit framed by clouds 
that emanates from iron core of being 
so she laughs with delight at chill of death. 

If time unravels hope for paradise 
that fuels our progress against grim despair, 
we gesture with attentive hands of hope 
to weave taut tapestry of innocence 
depicting state of mind we wish to frame 
as narrative remembered in our name. 

Toward strange tomorrow with impassive voice 
we ever stride to realize in real time 
bright vision for the future state of things 
we wish to play on stage of our free will 
though we wind somewhere in vast maze of lies 
that still divert us from elusive goals. 

While resting on soft leather couch of fate, 
dark eyes penetrating shadows of fear, 
she ponders strange security of wealth 
that builds illusion of unspoken hope 
in brick-bound palace of sun-spacious rooms 
where ghosts of possibility haunt us. 

She comes with sunlight breaking through storm clouds 
that cast stark eerie glow of timeless truth 
on treeless mountains drenched with eager rain 
so sparkling laughter of her voice revives 
fear-poisoned hearts of lonely wanderers 
who gather close to hear her clarion song. 

Though all we built, lush gardens and strong homes, 
are shattered by disastrous storms of rage, 
swept clean off Earth in brutal waves of change 
by fierce indifferent Nature, her bright song 
swells wounded hearts with passion to survive, 
so we fly with black ravens in gold skies.