Nothing Of The Night © Surazeus 2022 02 06 At silver break of sudden day I hear birds singing in apple trees by the lake, so I follow call of desire to find shadow of lost hope lounging in west grass, so we eat walnuts in bright rays of dawn and sing about strange nothing of the night. Snow fairies whirling in cold azure air wake us from afternoon slumber of faith so we leap laughing on the sparkling hill with joyful rapture of beautiful time that weaves our bodies from soft river breeze till we descend to nothing of the night. With stealthy attitude of honest fear we creep together in shadows of trees to snatch ripe apples before serpents strike then run with gasping breath down to the lake where we lounge giggling on the sparkling grass, embracing mute in nothing of the night. Sometimes I wake from shadow of the sun alone in glowing silence of the lake, so I call out your name with anguished voice of desperate fear till you answer my cry with flaming passion of the silver moon that shrouds our souls with nothing of the night. Your hair disheveled by the wanton wind, your eyes bright glowing with tears of the lake, you run into my arms from distant shade to press our heaving breasts in tight embrace so we become wild heartbeats of our love that lights our minds through nothing of the night. If we must die with turning of the globe on which we hunt for fruits and nuts to eat we always hold hands tight with fearful hope as side by side through solitary way we explore lush river vale of our dreams with hope to escape nothing of the night. We turn our faces to the glowing sky where timeless sphere of light in silver clouds observes our journey on vast windy plain to kneel by crystal rill in open glade and drink immortal waters of the world that energize our nothing of the night. One hundred thousand years of timeless peace we journey life by life across the land, defeating demons in caverns of rage, to generate new children from our souls who leave our bones behind to journey on, forever seeking nothing of the night.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, February 6, 2022
Nothing Of The Night
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