Disappear In New Books © Surazeus 2022 12 12 Alone in library of singing books, I wait for the person I love the most to find their way to haven of my heart so we can share the stories of our lives with giggling whispers in soft candlelight, then kiss with love till stars fall from the sky. Safe in warm haven of consensual love that bonds our bodies with our private rite, we design the simple plan of our lives, yet unaware that fortune mocks our faith, for we feel timeless light of ancient stars glow strong with courageous strength of our youth. We stay together on the road of life by holding hands as we explore the woods and calling to each other when we part so we can find our lover in the dark, then snuggle as we share sweet food we find from rich bounty of the indifferent Earth. Knowing our time on spinning Earth is short, we generate children from our compassion and teach them mysteries of our universe so they continue on after we die, but till then we sit on the river shore and sing till we disappear in new books.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, December 12, 2022
Disappear In New Books
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