Asteroid Of Random Fate
© Surazeus
2018 04 26
Seven days after the giant asteroid,
about the size of one long football field,
whizzed past our planet spinning in the void
halfway between Africa and the Moon,
I stroll with my family on the lake shore
where Diana danced at the midnight hour.
The light of her voice through the oak grove shines,
guiding us through the turmoil of world wars
to the ring of stones where Sibylla dreams
the history of the world through arcane riddles
which reveal fortune of the turning wheel
where I park our wagon on the lake shore.
We lounge till dawn under the golden bough
and watch the stars form gods in the sky
who personify the Force of our souls
so we sing formulas through magic spells
that wake the true Orenda of our brains
which fuels our performance in social dramas.
To seek the nature of my fateful Wyrd
I gaze in Well of Odin where Runes shine
revealing the constant turn of events
so I perceive the sacred worth of life
expressed in the word of my bard spell
through logical progress of cause and effect.
From mist the vital goddesses of love,
Amen, Hat-Hor, Inanna, Ishtar, Elat,
Asherah, Anahita, Aphrodite,
Astarte, Venus, Isis, Oshun, Rati,
Marya, Freya, Nuwa, and Xochiquetzal,
bring fresh water to every thirsting soul.
The mothers of all nations of the world
hold hands in ring of eyes around Star Lake
and sing strange stories of human survival
that we express in our popular songs
to code the moral values of religions
so we confirm our soul in self-control.
Dancing in moonlight by Mirror of Diana,
I gaze in eyes of the woman I love
and see the path all her ancestors blazed
ten thousand years east from Egypt to Java,
daughter of Ishtar still alive on Earth,
reborn in the children of our desire.
Since the giant asteroid just missed the Earth
our world keeps spinning in the void of death
so we sing gratitude of aching hope
to the sacred fortune of random fate
and dance together in grove of fruit trees
to celebrate that we are still alive.
© Surazeus
2018 04 26
Seven days after the giant asteroid,
about the size of one long football field,
whizzed past our planet spinning in the void
halfway between Africa and the Moon,
I stroll with my family on the lake shore
where Diana danced at the midnight hour.
The light of her voice through the oak grove shines,
guiding us through the turmoil of world wars
to the ring of stones where Sibylla dreams
the history of the world through arcane riddles
which reveal fortune of the turning wheel
where I park our wagon on the lake shore.
We lounge till dawn under the golden bough
and watch the stars form gods in the sky
who personify the Force of our souls
so we sing formulas through magic spells
that wake the true Orenda of our brains
which fuels our performance in social dramas.
To seek the nature of my fateful Wyrd
I gaze in Well of Odin where Runes shine
revealing the constant turn of events
so I perceive the sacred worth of life
expressed in the word of my bard spell
through logical progress of cause and effect.
From mist the vital goddesses of love,
Amen, Hat-Hor, Inanna, Ishtar, Elat,
Asherah, Anahita, Aphrodite,
Astarte, Venus, Isis, Oshun, Rati,
Marya, Freya, Nuwa, and Xochiquetzal,
bring fresh water to every thirsting soul.
The mothers of all nations of the world
hold hands in ring of eyes around Star Lake
and sing strange stories of human survival
that we express in our popular songs
to code the moral values of religions
so we confirm our soul in self-control.
Dancing in moonlight by Mirror of Diana,
I gaze in eyes of the woman I love
and see the path all her ancestors blazed
ten thousand years east from Egypt to Java,
daughter of Ishtar still alive on Earth,
reborn in the children of our desire.
Since the giant asteroid just missed the Earth
our world keeps spinning in the void of death
so we sing gratitude of aching hope
to the sacred fortune of random fate
and dance together in grove of fruit trees
to celebrate that we are still alive.
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