Sunday, February 19, 2023

Radar Range Of My Heart

Radar Range Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2023 02 19

When you are here in presence of our faith 
my heart vibrates with calm serenity, 
but when you are in absence of our hope 
my heart buzzes with fraught anxiety, 
so hold my hand and stay close by my side, 
near enough so our eyes perceive our light. 

We sit together in one haven room, 
each doing our own thing in silent peace, 
for we balance each other in repose, 
tranquil in our shared creativity, 
so linger in radar range of my heart, 
near enough to warm my soul with your glow. 

Narcissus, before easel by the pool 
paints portrait of Echo with gentle strokes, 
to depict her reclining among flowers 
where she strums melodious strings of the lyre, 
so pose for me with your elegant grace 
while I preserve your beauty in lost art. 

Zipporah in cave of illusions weaves 
tapestry that presents grand odyssey 
when Moses frees people from slavery 
by leading them safe across the Waste Land, 
so walk with me home to the Promised Land 
near enough to teach our children the truth. 

Juliet on high balcony of hope 
searches empty garden of her dark heart 
till she finds Romeo by the moonlit pool 
gazing at strange beauty of his own face, 
so turn and call me with assertive faith 
quick enough to prove your sincerity. 

Mary Magdalene, sweet Mermaid of Mars, 
stands on sacred peak of Sainte-Baume Massif, 
waiting for Jesus, stuck on Patmos Island, 
to sail home on the fragile ship of faith, 
so gaze at my face mirrored by the moon 
long enough to feel my soul in your heart. 

Iduna gathers apples of the sun 
from Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil 
to sell in market by the pyramid 
while Phoebus strums lyre and sings epic tale, 
so give me fruit of your heart with desire 
often enough to bond our souls with love. 

Though we work on our own projects all day, 
we feel each other in Garden of Eden 
performing our roles in function of faith 
that operates gears of our social machine, 
so accept gift of love forged from despair 
pure enough so our bodies merge in genes. 

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