Dream Of The Blue Danube
© Surazeus
2025 12 16

This is not the time to fall from the sky
so I float around on breath of respect,
ignoring all the suffering down on Earth
because people will all die anyway
regardless of the good I try to do,
so I become flow of the blue Danube.

I hear no laughter from the bombed-out homes
where children used to play with carefree joy
and parents would teach them how to be good
for they are all bones now, fractured in dust,
yet I am driven forward by sweet lust
to procreate more children till I die.

We waltz together on the river shore
where people have dwelled in groves of fruit trees
for fifty thousand years of blooming flowers
and pledge vows of loyalty through true love
with random stranger we happen to meet
while strolling one day by the blue Danube.

Delicate birds of frantic innocence
flit light between trees of our shared world view,
but since we believe in Providence
that guides how we live with the subtle clue
we forget some people are greedy and cruel
as they build empires where people are tools.

I almost forget cuteness of the deer
who prance with startled ardency of faith
in gentle expression of divine soul
because men fearful of losing to death
organize fierce gangs to fight for control
over who dwells free by the blue Danube.

She never remembers sound of the flute
that emanates sweet from the dark lake
till I appear from weird shadow of gloom
so she beams with joy at sight of my face
and I beam back as mirror of her trust
for we are strangers familiar in love.

Still shocked at perfect surprise of the light
that explodes from fractured stone of my heart,
I search for song of the river I knew
that still vibrates in forest of my dreams
though my ancestors sailed across the sea
yet remain in tune with the blue Danube.

Entranced by strange music of truth she plays
while stroking strings on the wood violin,
I sit with awed crowd in the concert hall
as we feel flow of rivers in our veins
with each graceful melody she performs
till we become dream of the blue Danube.

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Orpheus and Phoebus play The Blue Danube Waltz while Johann Strauss lies on grass by the river and weeps at the beauty of life in a world filled with death from disease and war.

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