Forever Street Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 07 07

My street goes on forever to the sky
past billions of doors where strangers live, each
in their own private world of secret dreams,
so I want to pause before each locked door
and paint charming portrait of their true soul
so they can hang their mask on wall of time.

If I ever get to end of my street,
dizzy on the jagged edge of the sea,
I will storm the valley of singing ghosts
when I recognize faces of the dead
who give me their secret thoughts as ripe fruit
so I can encode their tales in the stars.

Wind gathers up torn pages of my book
and scatters them along my crowded street
so people lost in maze of monstrous myths
may catch with hands of curious contempt
map of the fractured world I draw for them
to help them escape television screens.

Free from frantic silence of awkward myth,
I gather dream crystals of the god brain
which crumbles from the fractured sky of faith
so I can reassemble from weird dreams
puzzle of wisdom designed by the rain
to mirror anxiety of the moon.

With divine eyes reversed inside my head
I see essential concept of the world
in apple seed that sprouts tree of my brain
though I see death in everything alive
with glowing vibrancy of freezing gloom
that rings bell of my consciousness with hope.

Great sadness of my street that never ends
reveals memories of every animal
as flashing code of figures in the clouds
that glow with spirits of everything real
which helps me evade evil criminals
who stalk our beautiful garden of faith.

Beauty never obscures my view of death
no matter how far along I have gone
past the countless doors of my forever street
where mirrors of our pleasure-seeking minds
perceive negation of the Openness
enclosing our garden as paradise.

When memories of every wordless soul
who has ever lived on this spinning world
overwhelm my heart with sadness of love
for fleeting beauty of the souls we lose,
I pause on forever street of my heart
and wait for you to hold my hand with care.

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Orpheus paints name of Ophelia on the sign that he erects to mark the forever street of his heart where he wanders forever searching for her flower garden by the river where she floats away.

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