Watch Gold Water Flow
© Surazeus
2025 05 22

If we walk together on road of life
while sharing stories of our alone times,
we might find that our independent hearts
become entangled by the words we speak
which form the transient trail of breadcrumbs
that hungry birds of memory love to eat.

Now that we share wings of innocent flight
while wandering in the wilderness of fate
we cannot separate from warm embrace
that binds our souls with passionate respect
for this familiar stranger we adore
who springs to life from idol of hard clay.

Lost in bright shadows of the Everywhere,
with alien self who mirrors our desire,
we explore beyond walls of paradise
as we compose our secret tales in dust
explaining thoughts that motivate our play
which leaves our bodies heavy in soft grass.

Though we have wandered far beyond the known
to map the strange world with our eager feet,
we find that we shall always feel at home
in every shady grove by every stream
where we relax one hour of endless time,
holding hands as we watch gold water flow.

While we are always maudlin with sweet love,
trapped in safe sentimental state of mind,
we shield our hearts from hostile arrogance
with fierce expedience of the paranoid
through cautious attention of startled fear
to violent monsters always lurking near.

We need to grow beyond soft sentiment
to shield our fragile spirits from attack
through calm assertion of selfless intent
without allowing cynical regard
to corrupt our strong compassionate faith
so we can survive indifference of Nature.

This urgent process of cautious respect
provides clear-eyed analysis of danger
that luminates the safest unmapped way
we navigate over rugged terrain
on our sacred quest for the Tree of Life
that blossoms with fruit as gift of the Earth.

Lounging together on lush river shore
where we feast on delicious fruit of hope,
beneath the boundless cerulean sky
where clouds reflect our fondest memories,
we watch gold water flow in change of time
that carries our souls to the sea of dreams.

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Orpheus and Ophelia relax on shore of the River Styx and reflect our their long journey to Elysium.

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