Signs Along The Road © Surazeus 2025 04 12 Each name I paint on signs along the road defines the person I meet at that point along the random journey of my life so I remember them with fond respect when their ghost haunts me in the moonless night though I leave them all behind on the way. When I get to the end of my life road I look backward on the way I blazed here and see the neatness of my progress home to where I sit and rest my weary heart, though I had no plan when I started out and just go where I feel like each new day. There is no wisdom in these casual thoughts that trickle from my eyes as salty tears to sour the apple I eat while I cry because their faces haunt me in the dusk and I can hear their voices in the breeze call me to come back to the place called home. I stare into the past beyond the mist that shrouds the way I walk to this weird hour when I feel spinning of the ancient world around the blazing sun that never moves till I fall over and lie in the grass and sink into the nothing of my faith. Since I can never go back to the past I wipe away my tears and smile with hope, then continue forward on road of faith toward the future I have not yet perceived yet shimmers on horizon of my heart with sweet allurement of the Promised Land. Light rain that sweeps down from the mountain peak splashes my face with erotics of faith that spurs my aching heart with ardency to weave sunlight in veil of constancy which shields my heart from haunting tune of love that rises reluctantly from my heart. I cannot see the what-will-be of life till I enter space where things are real now that proves my choices fortunate my fate, so I laugh with joy at absurdity that shakes my body with mute ecstasy with honest analysis I accept. Though you haunt me on the road where I walk alone beyond edge of eternity, I paint your names on signs along the road to show all travelers who follow me the true way to take to find paradise we find that shines in our hearts all along.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, April 12, 2025
Signs Along The Road
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Orpheus photographs signs along the road that Ophelia painted on her journey to find the Promised Land that exists only in human hearts.
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