River Boat Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 03 18

Cramped against covers of the empty book,
my heart swells with love for all human beings
who find themselves alive in world of dreams,
so I puncture my heart with straw of faith
to drain nutritious juice of charity
so all thirsty souls of the world may drink.

Air full of expectations we inhale,
Earth nurtures our frail bodies with mute care
by weaving roots of trees into our bones
and filling our veins with clear mountain streams
so we can still savor fathomless joy
from ache of passion to dance in the rain.

Celestial breath of hope inspires my heart
so earthly dust that composes my soul
may sparkle brightly in the morning rain
as we support Empyrean of the sky
in realm where ideas of eternal forms
provide patterns for matter to express.

Awake before rays of light illustrate
pearlescent reality of desire,
I reach my hands to touch the stalwart tree
and feel trustworthiness of its firm truth
ordinate my heart in matrix of time
with eerie beauty of the phantom moon.

Hope slumbers deep in structure of my bones
which swell with energy from rays of dawn,
so I rise to express excessive wings
with exercise that constrains ache of hope
to walk sandy beach of arousing breeze
between the rough cliff and the sparkling sea.

Abundant passion of electric tunes
extracts steel sorrow from corrupted mud
with tremendous shyness of holy faith
through impossible occasion of fate
which counters terror with intelligence
to purge despair from hearts in bland surprise.

Indifferent focus of attentive fear
spurs forth repeated statements of respect
from shadow man on river boat of faith
who glides toward crystal tower above trees
where Death lurks in office of bitter wealth
that poisons the thief with arrogant pride.

Truth knocks the weak oppressor off the throne
to free our nation from his tyranny
while we transplant our hearts in fields of snow
where apple trees of innocence may grow
from wind-flapped pages of the empty book
filled now with runes of blood my heart must write.

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Orpheus builds river boat of faith from bones of dinosaurs half-buried in mud on the shore so he can sale the seven seas.

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