Vanish Into Dreamless Time © Surazeus 2022 02 10 Because we vanish into dreamless time when death erases our names from the world I want to step forward on spinning hope and dream the complex beauty of your soul this hour wind blows between our mirror minds to share our love before we disappear. So many people have lived on this Earth over one hundred million years of change, sprouting from bodies of aggressive hope, to live entire dramas of conscious love, yet every soul, rich with experience, long ago vanished into dreamless time. So I can only imagine their names, picture their faces in dream of my mind, compose narrative of their story line, and watch them relive progress of desire with sympathy for passion of their hearts that have since vanished into dreamless time. I feel conceptual vision of their minds glow awake again in my dreaming brain as I imagine feelings of their hearts that motivate their actions of desire to pursue happiness of peaceful joy before they vanish into dreamless time. Alone at midnight in my lightless home, while my wife and children dream in safe sleep, I sense every soul who has ever lived swarm around me in shimmer of desire, so I feel their loneliness in the wind, and weep they vanished into dreamless time. Small and fragile in vast canyon of love, flame of my spirit flickers in fierce wind of mute eternity, so I sing name of every person who has ever lived in single wordless melody of sorrow till I too vanish into dreamless time. Stark ache of loneliness from each lost soul pierces my heart with lightning strike of love so, self-aware consciousness of I Am, before I vanish into dreamless time, swells vast as the white whole of galaxies, thus I feel every conscious being alive. Though we will vanish into dreamless time, our names and stories erased from all minds, I sing eternal loneliness of love which connects my brain to billions of brains as we sing together in global choir to feel each other awake in the dark.
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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