Nowhere Road Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 09 21

If I get lost on nowhere road of hope
while searching endless maze of fractured dreams
for flourishing garden of your wild heart
that blooms somewhere far from the Promised Land,
I will listen for voice of your Star Soul
that hums in winds and waves of everywhere.

I find my ghosts on nowhere road of hope
which multiply from each stage of my life
so all my past selves wander nowhere now
without this body that conjures my soul
for I progress beyond phase of my dream
as I evolve to become Faceless God.

I catch raindrops on nowhere road of hope
to fill deep rifts with ever-flowing streams
that swirl in lakes where children play and sing
as we become new people we invent
on journey to become god self of faith
till we all dissolve in vast sea of souls.

When I find you on nowhere road of hope
as beam of light your life has left behind,
I gather glowing ashes of dead stars
and mold them into idol of your soul
to capture vibrant essence of your mind
so I remember you long after death.

Though I am not on nowhere road of hope
where we leave masks of our sorrows behind,
I search for potent shadow of your mind
that dances among trees from beams of light
so we embrace with joyful trust to know
essential spirit of our strange homeland.

Since I become our nowhere road of hope,
I build from aching sorrow of my loss
safe haven from stones of enduring faith
to shelter your frail soul of wounded pride
with watchful shield of my attentive heart
so you may thrive in refuge of my trust.

We walk enjoined on nowhere road of hope
as separate angels bound by one brave wing
for we glow with whole light of sacred faith
to warm each other during storms of fear
and shine as light that guides the other home
with loyal love vast as our galaxy.

So we emerge from nowhere road of hope
that leads our quest to everywhere on Earth
for we all sing in harmony with light
and dance in sync with ocean waves of truth
as we merge in global family of ghosts
composed of lonely souls who find their way.

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Orpheus finds Durga riding her lion in the mountain valley so she offers him cup of peach juice, then they stroll together to the lake of singing dragons.

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