Radar Range Of My Heart © Surazeus 2023 02 19 When you are here in presence of our faith my heart vibrates with calm serenity, but when you are in absence of our hope my heart buzzes with fraught anxiety, so hold my hand and stay close by my side, near enough so our eyes perceive our light. We sit together in one haven room, each doing our own thing in silent peace, for we balance each other in repose, tranquil in our shared creativity, so linger in radar range of my heart, near enough to warm my soul with your glow. Narcissus, before easel by the pool paints portrait of Echo with gentle strokes, to depict her reclining among flowers where she strums melodious strings of the lyre, so pose for me with your elegant grace while I preserve your beauty in lost art. Zipporah in cave of illusions weaves tapestry that presents grand odyssey when Moses frees people from slavery by leading them safe across the Waste Land, so walk with me home to the Promised Land near enough to teach our children the truth. Juliet on high balcony of hope searches empty garden of her dark heart till she finds Romeo by the moonlit pool gazing at strange beauty of his own face, so turn and call me with assertive faith quick enough to prove your sincerity. Mary Magdalene, sweet Mermaid of Mars, stands on sacred peak of Sainte-Baume Massif, waiting for Jesus, stuck on Patmos Island, to sail home on the fragile ship of faith, so gaze at my face mirrored by the moon long enough to feel my soul in your heart. Iduna gathers apples of the sun from Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil to sell in market by the pyramid while Phoebus strums lyre and sings epic tale, so give me fruit of your heart with desire often enough to bond our souls with love. Though we work on our own projects all day, we feel each other in Garden of Eden performing our roles in function of faith that operates gears of our social machine, so accept gift of love forged from despair pure enough so our bodies merge in genes.
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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