Play Chase With Sorrow © Surazeus 2022 12 16 I love how small green blades of tender grass twitch in the warm winter breeze of bright noon as if to sing with heart-enchanting joy about strange beauty of our spinning Earth. Little yellow leaves of the maple tree play chase with Sorrow in the happy grass. With brass astrolabe Ijliyyah designed I plot winding journey of my new quest to find the secret treasure of the mind hidden in carefree beauty of the grass. Children in the schoolyard during lunch break play chase with Sorrow in red winter light. The rambling stream slithers in apple groves to nourish flowers sprouting from our graves so I watch wind play in frail grass all day in deepening silence of winter eve. Wang An-Shih and I watch quick nervous birds play chase with Sorrow on the mountain slope. Between heaven of unreachable peaks the ever-flowing river of my heart sings over diamond sand of ancient times when I make flutes from frail dinosaur bones. The old blind fisherman asks me why I play chase with Sorrow around the whole world. My small wood river boat with empty baskets knocks restlessly against the rotten dock, but I hesitate to sail down the stream, leaving behind strangers I came to love. Holding hands, the grinning woman and I play chase with Sorrow in streets of her town. Though setting sun gleams on the icy lake, illuminating islands of lost souls, I keep on sailing past small villages as I follow the egret hunting fish. I invent names for things so my true thoughts play chase with Sorrow across misty lakes. Stopping on bridge over the deep abyss, I watch the winter moon sail among clouds till her face appears in mirror of light, so I hurry on signless roads toward home. Wind dances in prairie grass as wild horses play chase with Sorrow across the waste land. Weird revelation of blood-tinted clouds surprise my heart with love for nameless souls who wait under the willow tree for Death so I give them apples I stole from Heaven. Ravens in cemetery by the sea play chase with Sorrow in the Promised Land.
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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