Escape From Paradise
© Surazeus
2025 11 09

For all I am is grass beside the stream
which splashes over jagged mossy stones
then winds beneath the steep mist-shrouded hill
to flow into the ever-swirling sea
that sings indifferent to you and me
with timeless voice of bitter honesty.

So long on journey through light-blurring fog
on silver beaches that dissolve in waves
I forget destination of my heart,
yet keep on trudging, steadfast in my faith
that I will soon arrive in open vale
where clear sunlight streams through cracks in the sky.

Concerned about conundrum of the cloud
that scatters strict cerulean rays of time,
I study spectral shadows of huge birds
that circle basement of Heaven in clouds
where angels play harps in vast mirrored halls
that lure me to climb high mountain of hope.

Yet when the clever wren of earnest hope
alights in lone elm on the mountain top
I find myself alone in paradise
far outside pillared halls of pompous pride,
mask of my soul preserving gusts of wind
that fill my breast with coldness of respect.

Resplendent essence radiant from my skin
conjures bewildered butterflies of faith
which motivate me with tremulous wing
to question why bleak sorrow wounds my heart
with passion to absorb with thirsty heart
luminary darkness of loyal love.

Unearthly height of Heaven in dark clouds
exposes fragile nothingness of me
shivering on vast mountain slope of fear,
so I gaze down at rounded world of air,
half bulging stillness of valleys and hills
and half flat motion of billows and waves.

While I gaze at vastness of the round world,
terrible sense of meaningless rage
strikes my heart with despair to understand,
so I seek purpose in the empty sky
where some tell me perfect Heaven of truth
waits for me to transcend my loneliness.

Then sudden beam of pure heavenly light
illuminates large ship with billowed sails
that sparks plan of escape from paradise,
so with three coins I earned by shoveling mud
I purchase passage to America
where Heaven glimmers on this messy Earth.

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Orpheus captains ship full of people escaping Scotland with dreams of a better life in the new world of America.

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