Teeter On Dim Edge
© Surazeus
2025 02 17

Still we teeter in dim edge of dark night,
staring into abyss of our own hearts
to befriend blind demon we dare not name
who swells with passion of wild surging waves
to bloom in flower on lush field of rain
when dawn dispels cold sorrow from our hearts.

Submerged beneath deep wave of honesty,
wide from disruptive mountains rain obscures,
we scatter hieroglyphs of naked fears
with anger-shattered shells on hungry shores,
charmed by coil of stars in our frosted eyes
to believe illusions that comfort us.

Drowned angels watch us from soft sunless deep
to see if we extract from aching hearts
fabulous shadows kept by frames of words
in vain attempts to reconcile despair
with promised beauty dawn contrives to prove,
despite allegiance we forget to pledge.

Yet vague demands of flustered ownership
entail unnecessary risks fierce hearts
dare to take with eager zeal children know
as mocking songs they chant on windy hills
since only fate requires we abdicate
homes we construct with hands of loyalty.

Sweet humming of reluctant bees decries
tuned sorrows grass expresses with stark voice
swiped from restless winds of our jagged thoughts,
soft as bells that guide confused steps of hope
through ragged swirls of mist veiling my face,
ever closer to foundation of faith.

Undone by doubtful gravity of love,
which lovers exchange with trembling desire,
loyal hearts regret vulnerability
that leaves our bodies gaping open wide
unshielded by oaths of special intent,
weighed down by peculiar sadness of trust.

Footsteps of fading memories lure us
with lingering hope that falling petals trace
clear as lamplight glowing in darkling woods
though we hold hands to map our secret trail,
close together in space yet far away
in time that swirls beyond reach of our hands.

Contusions of obscure anxiety
expose untouchable mask I still wear
as mirror to reflect demonic face
who watches me with burning eyes of ire
from bulging clouds of arrogant disdain,
so I sing heart-enchanting melodies.

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