Signs Along The Road
© Surazeus
2025 04 12

Each name I paint on signs along the road
defines the person I meet at that point
along the random journey of my life
so I remember them with fond respect
when their ghost haunts me in the moonless night
though I leave them all behind on the way.

When I get to the end of my life road
I look backward on the way I blazed here
and see the neatness of my progress home
to where I sit and rest my weary heart,
though I had no plan when I started out
and just go where I feel like each new day.

There is no wisdom in these casual thoughts
that trickle from my eyes as salty tears
to sour the apple I eat while I cry
because their faces haunt me in the dusk
and I can hear their voices in the breeze
call me to come back to the place called home.

I stare into the past beyond the mist
that shrouds the way I walk to this weird hour
when I feel spinning of the ancient world
around the blazing sun that never moves
till I fall over and lie in the grass
and sink into the nothing of my faith.

Since I can never go back to the past
I wipe away my tears and smile with hope,
then continue forward on road of faith
toward the future I have not yet perceived
yet shimmers on horizon of my heart
with sweet allurement of the Promised Land.

Light rain that sweeps down from the mountain peak
splashes my face with erotics of faith
that spurs my aching heart with ardency
to weave sunlight in veil of constancy
which shields my heart from haunting tune of love
that rises reluctantly from my heart.

I cannot see the what-will-be of life
till I enter space where things are real now
that proves my choices fortunate my fate,
so I laugh with joy at absurdity
that shakes my body with mute ecstasy
with honest analysis I accept.

Though you haunt me on the road where I walk
alone beyond edge of eternity,
I paint your names on signs along the road
to show all travelers who follow me
the true way to take to find paradise
we find that shines in our hearts all along.

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Orpheus photographs signs along the road that Ophelia painted on her journey to find the Promised Land that exists only in human hearts.

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