Backward My Dream Mind
© Surazeus
2026 07 16

Backward my dream mind, vast as mountain vale,
wild gushing waters of hope overtake,
so on winged horse of innocent respect
I travel abreast with Nature afar
to comprehend strange music of her form
that vibrates with psychic music of love.

Forward with tattered pirate map of hope,
remnants of friends in buried treasure chests,
I search for in abandoned yards of dreams
whose world of secrets I abandoned, lost
by walking signless road of nowhere else
till I find something lodged inside my heart.

How many jagged mountains of desire
I wonder wait for my mind to explore
secret caves of cold fire, blue as dawn ice,
where I would lay my body down to die
still as sharp ache of hope that stabs my heart
with eager passion to drink moon-bleak tears.

Waves of the ocean reach for my soft heart
with hunger to devour soul energy
pulsing through blood veins with new strategies
to outmaneuver thieves in business suits,
because they sell cliffs to the gullible
as suitable fields to cultivate crops.

Another friend returns with stolen gems
from naked underworld of honesty
because he knows how to unpuzzle truth
concealed in alabaster jar of oil
rancid with secret desires of true love
for beauty embodied in sculptured mask.

My fake voice lingers in dim emptiness
with shocking melody of bitterness
sweetened by tumultuous ardency
to sing with resonant silence of truth
that cracks foundations of world empires
so our faces become square as glass books.

No wandering gypsy of the river woods
dares curse my heart with unrequited love
which I package with plastic dolls of fear
for sale to discrete tyrants of concern
though some prefer fake gratitude of fruit
rotten with spices of arrogant faith.

Marvelous thoughts trapped in fairy-tale books
encourage me to question noble laws
contrived to rig the social game of power
in favor of the privileged elite
who bury treasures outside paradise
so I leave secrets hidden in the heart.

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Orpheus fashions mud into the bird, then sparks its life awake by breathing ethereal spirit of heaven, thus we aspire to fly beyond the godless sky.

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