Timeless Well Of Love © Surazeus 2022 01 07 Though revelations dwell in panic state I will unlearn the names of all Wise Men so I can set dead stars above to flame where shadows fall from strange eternal eye that breeds cold gloom from flash of agony because I sing while candles hide lost tales. Familiar melody of grateful rain preserved in grapes that hang from tangled vines inspires grim silence of my aching hope when I remember shocking gift of life that burns too deep inside my hollow heart for me to hear lost tales in candle glow. If brutal softness of harsh arctic winds reveals warm depth my heart will seek in fear I may not pray for miracles of faith while standing steady against mocking blast when blizzard of words erase stars of truth too dimly lit by candles of my eyes. The land disdains to care about my hope for though I dwell firm on its curving shores my soul will never belong to its dream yet I dig hands in thick soil wet with rain to plant seeds of desire in tomb of rage so Tree of Life may grow from my foul heart. My eyes imagine beauty of this land so I tremble to caress flowing light through accurate grace of subtle desire that paints sweet vision of this teeming world on fractured walls of empty churches where blind ghosts draw maps of this strange land we love. Fraught scenes of strange behavior blind my eyes when I recall sad memories of mute rage from people fighting for their right to live free from control of people with sharp blades though we rebel against strict social rules designed to constrain passionate desire. Still locked in prison in the arctic waste, I breathe contemptuous winds of freezing fear that spark my heart to revolt against hate when I kneel in grass of Elysium to caress petals of the eglantine and dream about the woman I still love. Engaged in state of panic by the lake where eyeless demons lurk in murky flow, I tremble to caress eternal light that paralyzes my expanding heart, then sing transcendent beauty of this life in song that springs from timeless well of love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, January 7, 2022
Timeless Well Of Love
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