Dragged Down By Sorrow © Surazeus 2023 02 01 Dragged down by sorrow of the silent door, I call name of the soul I love the most who gives me apple of the lonely sun then disappears in shadow of the road in search for valley of the walking wall where flowers dance in sparkle of the rain. Dragged down by sorrow of the weeping bell, I search in gravel of the forlorn road for secret treasure of the singing tree who waits forever on the river shore for weary traveler with the morose book from too far away on the dreary plain. Dragged down by sorrow of the ringing rain, I hide in cavern of the faceless ghost uncomforted by light of the blind moon that shimmers hazy shape of our frail bones though we build shelter from lost memories which swirl away as smoke in gusting wind. Dragged down by sorrow of the laughing skull, I kneel in temple of the weeping bride with gift of my broken heart in my hands when I pray to deathless mother of time who molds our bodies from waves of the sea and teaches us how to sing words of truth. Dragged down by sorrow of the mocking clock, I walk treed avenues of playful rain to find the secret voice of mortal minds that radiates bright from void of silent hope because we struggle against fear of death which will erase us all from dream of time. Dragged down by sorrow of the gentle wolf, I run forever through the maze of myths with book I stole to calculate the way isolation completes stillness of faith when I sense sudden storm of pungent rain that shapes my thoughts with energy of love. Dragged down by sorrow of the angry owl, I steal new wings from Icarus so I can fly above this ever-changing world to find the changeless paradise of Heaven in Realm of Ideas where I create virtual world from concept of mutual love. Dragged down by sorrow of the smiling ghost, I visit mother of humanity who lounges in round temple of the snake where Apollo prophesies with blood runes reincarnation of the cosmic herald when keepers of the sword and grail unite.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, February 1, 2023
Dragged Down By Sorrow
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