When We Weep Wildly
© Surazeus
2025 10 15

If my heart is luminous with desire
at glow of the harvest moon among pines,
time might soothe sorrow between silences
though we bear lanterns on the end of wands
to light narrow path in gloom of despair
for those who play protector of the faith.

She sets bouquet of constellations safe
on table bound by perfect innocence,
expensive as heart-wrenching pain of saints
who fold bright shadows into long-winged cranes
which float with airplanes beyond silver dawns
to find the lonely house of faceless gods.

We sail across gold ocean of forever,
asserting happiness of constant change
through tangled vines on bowers of respect
which weave weird light of honesty that beams
into my heart at whisper of your voice
when you express my secret name with trust.

Trapped in the fantasy of paradise
preserved inside surrounding walls of hope,
I build new nest for testament of faith
defining how light nurtures stoic seers
who paint with bitter blood new prophecies
detailing process humans use to grow.

Pure blue of shadows on clear brittle snow
defines solidity of absent souls
who dance with ecstasy of mindless joy
around the fractured idol of our god
who cannot understand our state of mind
when we weep wildly without wings of woe.

Among delicate Delphinium blooms
I carve mask of my ancestral god
on sapphire tablet of celestial light
which I bear at our wedding in moonlight
by restless lake of elemental ghosts
who teach us how to endure suffering.

My brain that pulses with virtual dream world
spins taut in black hole smaller than my eyes
through concentrated core of rainbow swirls
that highlight absence of my solar wraith
through harmony of presence codified
by circle-bearing magnet of true love.

Neat transposition between opposites
exposes faint road on landscape of grief
where faceless people wander without goal
in double ring of retrograde regret
despite our passion project to create
atlas of world history where humans thrive.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while refugees dishomed by civil war wander endless road of nowhere with free tickets to the amusement park of Wonderland.

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