How To Grow Dream Wings
© Surazeus
2026 06 17

When he hears his child in her clean bedroom
cry with voice that cracks the evening moon,
Joseph lifts her up from the wood-barred crib
and holds her in his arms with gentle care,
humming wordless song to comfort her heart
while he contemplates how to make her smile.

Our hearts are permanent as twinkling stars
that gleam in swirls of smoke from a warm hearth,
so cling to me with comfort-seeking arms
and I will teach you how to grow dream wings
so you may fly beyond bounds of this world
and find its secret treasures in your heart.

Hearing her husband sing soft lullaby
to their daughter when she wakes from nightmare,
Kate gathers raindrops from cup of the rose
and sprinkles eyes of angels on her cheeks,
then as she cuddles with husband and child
she snaps photos with eye-phone of her heart.

Posting photos of their cute family
on social media sites with glowing heart,
Kate drinks juice by the frosted window pane
then plays haunting tunes on the old piano,
on which her grandmother used to play hymns,
beaming that she preserves her legacy.

Gazing in eyes of his daughter with pride,
Joseph tells her with reassuring voice
that he can see reflected in her eyes
timeless light of the moon that preserves
memories of her childhood in tender songs
that hide in heart of the crow in the oak.

Because we are all dying every day,
Kate sings with maternal lullaby voice,
we give each other love with caring faith
for we are transient shadows of the wraith
who gives our hearts wings of courageous hope
so we can transform sorrows into joy.

As you grow up and learn to walk and speak,
Joseph explains as he kisses her cheek,
we will show you beauty of this world
for, though all creatures breathing air of hope
will die and vanish into nothingness,
while we still live we give each other love.

How glad am I, Joseph hears Kate exclaim,
that we are safe in great America
where everyone is free to live and play,
instead of in those lands across the sea
where gangsters in harsh halls of government
bomb homes of families who are just like us.

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Orpheus finds bodies of Joseph and Kate with their daughter buried in the rubble of their cute home by the river, so he sings elegy of their bitter loss.

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