Ghost Of Every Soul © Surazeus 2022 12 17 Though I walk alone in the city maze I hear people sing of love in their dreams. Since I stand on bridge of forgetfulness I remember song of the mountain streams. Yet ghost of every soul who ever lives asks me to record their forgotten names. Though I wander nowhere on fenceless plains I find secret home where my family dwells. Since I hesitate in the open door I hear children shout by brimming wells. Yet ghost of every soul who long since died vanishes at sorrowful ring of bells. Though I climb the highest mountain of hope I can only see shadow of the Earth. Since I drink from the waterfall of faith I wonder at the secret of rebirth. Yet ghost of every soul who calls my name calculates how much loyal love is worth. Though I linger on shore of the strange sea I sigh with secret glowing of the moon. Since I forget why I am still alive I ache for love that proves I am immune. Yet ghost of every soul who steals the light returns to first home by the humming stone.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, December 17, 2022
Ghost Of Every Soul
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