Because We Are Lights © Surazeus 2022 01 11 Because I am fragile leaf of desire I will be blown into yard of your heart when you speak my name with wind of your breath so our bodies twine in tangles of love when we embrace sweet ecstasy of truth that we generate life from sparkling eyes. Whether looping roads of our separate lives provide random chances for us to meet in meadows, beaches, groves, or city streets, I look for your face in shadows of hope for dazzling beauty of your glowing soul blinds my eyes so I can see no one else. My heart beats faster when I see your eyes, so I run quick as horse along bright streams or higher than eagle over slow clouds so I can hold you in my arms again and walk by your side in sync with your steps so where we are becomes our paradise. Though death stalks our souls everywhere we go, hungry animals or forces of nature as monsters lurking in cities or fields, we stick together on the road of life to keep each other safe from violent harm so united we thrive in paradise. When you disappear from scope of my eyes so I cannot see if you are alive, my heart beats wilder than wings of the crow when I fly through shadows of aching fear till I find you plucking apples from trees, so I embrace you and caress your face. Though nature is indifferent to our love, caring not whether we will live or die, we are the only ones alive with hope, motivated by our passionate urge to transcend terrible horror of death by generating children from our minds. We know death will crush our bodies to dust but, while we wake alive with beating hearts together in dim shadows of the world, we will hold hands and walk the road of life to savor terrible beauty of love that surges through our bodies when we kiss. Blown by indifferent winds of careless fate, we hold each other in terrible storms and give each other fruit we find in Hell, for we make Heaven with each loving word we speak to guide each other in the dark because we are lights to the ones we love.
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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