Bright Eyes Of Angels © Surazeus 2022 12 24 Bright stars that twinkle in the ice-blue sky shine with timeless beauty beyond death indifferent to birth of man on the Earth, yet still we gaze into its diamond eye as we huddle around glowing stone hearth and sing bleak hymns of hope with desperate breath. Bright snowflakes flutter from the ice-blue sky in languid terror of hungry despair that gnaws our twisted hearts with aching hope that we live long enough to question why we shiver lonely on the mountain slope while longing for the sun to warm the air. Bright moon that glitters in the ice-blue sky refracts ten thousand rainbows on the snow that shimmers silent over rugged hill in necropastoral scene where no crows fly except blind ghosts whose voices are too shrill for me to feel how frozen rivers flow. Bright eyes of angels in the ice-blue sky gaze down from walls of castles in white clouds when my pregnant wife grips my hand and screams while giving birth to child with one star eye who will interpret riddles of our dreams when he must preach before truth-seeking crowds. Bright sun that expands in the ice-blue sky unveils eternal beauty of the soul that emanates from neural net of brains when I measure real things to classify complex matrix of atomic domains that beams worlds of spirits from the White Whole. Bright dawn dispels fear in the ice-blue sky so we explore beyond the haven wall to gather wood and fruit from forest store then work together to bake apple pie while holding hands with the one we adore to feast and dance in warm festival hall. Bright energy glows in the ice-blue sky we mistake for some god who gives us life, inventing purpose from random events to soothe our hearts fraught with anxiety by giving each other heart-felt presents and shaking hands to put aside our strife. Bright nothing vibrates in the ice-blue sky as we celebrate rebirth of the sun that shines again after the longest night embodied by new-born child with the eye that sees infinity inside the light till he designs the law-enforcing gun.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, December 24, 2022
Bright Eyes Of Angels
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