Eyes That Can See
© Surazeus
2026 03 26

So long as I live with eyes that can see
faces of people in the city maze,
strangers in my new-found community,
I shall compare you to this fresh spring day
when you tend apple trees in our backyard,
dark red face glowing in light of the sun.

Though we are fading with each seasoned year,
trimmed by changing course Nature arrogates
to transform lithe young bodies of our souls
to withered wanderers in shade of time,
we possess honest love that grows more strong
since we first joined hands on our road of life.

Unchanging love in changing frames of flesh
gives us eternal life, though we will die,
in children blooming from our fertile hearts
who now possess bright youth as we grow old,
because we transferred timeless glow of love
to animate their bodies with pure light.

Death always brags with honest smile of fate
that we are wandering toward shade of her doom,
yet we share pleasure in togetherness
for heaven shines on both our mortal heads
because we wander hand in hand toward death
since we our one in bodies of our children.

Safe in civil obscurity of love,
we drive never-ending road of our love
past quiet houses amid towering oaks,
one heart-bound mind of daily pulchritude
in separate bodies of our private souls,
individuals coupled by free-will choice.

Though we speak different tribal languages,
fashioned by ancestral songs of the heart
on two islands at the opposite ends
of the spinning world, Java and Britannia,
we speak one language with grammar of trust,
attentive to shared plan of cordial growth.

Devouring time, that thirsts for souls of gods,
sparks passion to regenerate our souls
in bodies of our children who spring bright
on Phoenix wings from burning blood of hope,
so we run laughing with swift-footed time
to savor beauty of this life till death.

Your gentle heart, within your glowing face
painted by Nature with beauty of stars,
ignores shifting fashions to project
consistent wisdom as treasure of love
that makes us wealthy in togetherness,
because we choose each other to live well.

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Orpheus grins, watching Hamlet and Juliet dance together among the apple trees of Elysium, while their children head off for college.

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