Endless Beach Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 10 09

She walks the lonely road of nowhere else
with shining laughter of relentless rain
to prove time burbles mud of ardent fields
more tardy than exploding suns of thought
too far for ravens without wings to find
bleak river valley of silver-eyed faes.

Born faceless under canopy of tears,
she hums with time-cracked bell of liberty
despite annoyance of reluctant cows
who wait impatiently in gushing flow
of rivers crashing from high mountain snow
to ask if she remembers why milk sours.

Shocked by how fast the wingless horse forgets
to bring uncertain wind of roaring waves,
she ponders how swans know to scatter gems
with sordid nonchalance of happiness
before the second coming of the cloud
that beams the man in white from starry realm.

Determined to rest on the flowered slope
with frantic calmness of abandoned hearts,
she gazes sadly at the boundless blue
through eagerness to never talk again
regarding concept of property lines
where gates block access to gardens of fruit.

Yet savior who arrives with holy book,
that records how his father reigns as king,
may preach salvation of the glowing cloud
for all who choose to pay for miracles
that cause abundant crops to bloom from skulls
of angels fallen in celestial war.

Arriving at the dock from mountain vale,
where bright-winged fairies all grew old and died,
she asks the man in black with tearful prayer
to buy her ticket to the Promised Land
so he indentures her to servitude
as stoic minister of star-eyed faith.

Huddled against hull of the lurching ship,
tossed by aggressive winds of loyalty,
she prays with fevered faith in fortitude
to storm-winged deity of lighting truth
to bear her soul across seething sea
safe to the garden of the singing cow.

Feet heavy as bright diamonds on the crown
of melancholy king chained to his throne,
she trudges on the endless beach of hope
toward woman holding lamp of liberty
who writes her name in book of history
while she sews clothes and tends garden of herbs.

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Orpheus returns to river vales of Scotland where his ancestor lived two hundred years ago before she sailed west to the Promised Land.

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