Illusion Of Unspoken Hope
© Surazeus
2026 09 07

Simple quietness of long afternoons
expands moments to vast eternity
with timeless floating of delicious light
that gleams on walls and lawns of silent homes
where people hide from chaos of desire
to relish peaceful tales of fearful hope.

Unruly laughter from proprieties
of gleeful disdain for old social rules
animates eager hearts with ardency
of brave attention from heart of the soul
who seeks salvation in pleasure of play
that channels energy through graceful minds.

When she appears from shadow of lost faith
with hawk eyes that observe our changing fate,
our spirits run with eager hope to learn
strange secret of spirit framed by clouds
that emanates from iron core of being
so she laughs with delight at chill of death.

If time unravels hope for paradise
that fuels our progress against grim despair,
we gesture with attentive hands of hope
to weave taut tapestry of innocence
depicting state of mind we wish to frame
as narrative remembered in our name.

Toward strange tomorrow with impassive voice
we ever stride to realize in real time
bright vision for the future state of things
we wish to play on stage of our free will
though we wind somewhere in vast maze of lies
that still divert us from elusive goals.

While resting on soft leather couch of fate,
dark eyes penetrating shadows of fear,
she ponders strange security of wealth
that builds illusion of unspoken hope
in brick-bound palace of sun-spacious rooms
where ghosts of possibility haunt us.

She comes with sunlight breaking through storm clouds
that cast stark eerie glow of timeless truth
on treeless mountains drenched with eager rain
so sparkling laughter of her voice revives
fear-poisoned hearts of lonely wanderers
who gather close to hear her clarion song.

Though all we built, lush gardens and strong homes,
are shattered by disastrous storms of rage,
swept clean off Earth in brutal waves of change
by fierce indifferent Nature, her bright song
swells wounded hearts with passion to survive,
so we fly with black ravens in gold skies.

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Orpheus assists Ophelia when she arrives with food and medical supplies to help the people whose homes were destroyed by catastrophic floods.

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