Lonely Tree Of Trust
© Surazeus
2025 10 23

If we must separate our broken hearts
on islands sheltered by generous frames
that float on opposite sides of the globe,
we should aspire to question normal thought,
constrained by sense of terror about life,
so we can paint our faces on the sky.

Entranced by prayer of holy mountain frogs,
I pass the time as radiant jewel ghost
who lingers fondly in the distant past
to stretch my sorrow past infinity
wrapped in strange absence of this prescient hour
when I become the lonely tree of trust.

Confused by sharpness of the golden time
when we sit silently in grove of elms,
I give you secret laughter bees design
who lead us home to garden of childhood
where leaves are mirrors of forgotten masks
we used to wear when we played hide and seek.

Almost forgetting how to calculate
fractions of feelings we hide in small seeds,
I savor passion of advancing age
as I decay from discretions of youth
when dreams of paradise I could create
converge with fractured fantasy of faith.

Concealing serpent in my ardent heart,
I drive east on long highway of intent
pasts houses half-seen in time-shifting fog
where all my ancestors wait in dark rooms
for me to visit hearth of memories
so they can drift away into the stars.

Because I float in hot spring of respect
to cleanse my wounded heart of foul contempt,
I call to brilliant angels of blind clouds
to bring me sacred books demons compose
so I can view with apprehensive glance
complex formulas that define the real.

I fail to stay on highways paved with laws,
yet park my weeping car among dead elms,
then walk across meadows of screaming stones
to scatter flowers on graves of old gods
whose names now label thriving market towns
where faceless children wear their broken masks.

Unsanctioned creed of rebellious kings
mismeasures strange topography of fate
where we construct vast maze of city streets
so everyone lives in mansion of mirrors
to play deceptive witness to the crime
when he chops down the lonely tree of trust.

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Orpheus sends letter to Persephone to meet him by the lonely tree of trust, but Ophelia shows up with basket of bread, cheese, and wine, so they kiss and plan for the future.

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