Pain Of Happiness © Surazeus 2023 05 05 If spell-binding sun-glitter of weird love reveals the secret cabin of mute fear where I hide in gloomy woods of my heart will you blaze seductive path of desire to penetrate enchantment of despair where I feel safe from pain of happiness? When Earth enfolds my spirit in her breast with dazzling wonder of hypnotic hope that breathes life into cracked stone of my heart will you tear tangled roots of weeping trees to weave stars of the universe with love so we can meet by the lake face to face? If I erase my spirit from the Earth to prove emptiness of the unseen that fills our sad world with mystical love will you now signify my nothingness with possible pattern that paints the void so we become companions by the hearth? When sapphire bird in dead willow tree sings about eerie beauty of spirit flight that lifts my body above world of pain will you call out to me in gusting wind with weird immortal name that binds my heart to secure honesty of your bold heart? If shadows in my living room are ghosts who cry with anguish for justice of death and wail with voice of the terrible wind will you chop down the ancient tree of fruit so ghost of my heart will never get caught in grasping branches of arrogant faith? When faceless ghost of my abandoned mind hides behind crackless walls of empty homes to weep with furtive passion for true love will you teach the rain how to know itself so we can meet in shadow room of truth since no one waits for us after we die? If you see perfect light of my fake soul imitate stars that gnaw bones of dead gods in sacred memory of the unknown mate will you transform my withered face to stone with vulgar honesty of lonely hope while sitting with me by the singing lake? When time inflates revolving mirror mind with dubious wisdom of the screaming gem through shadow of my ghost on hungry grass will you attempt to save me from despair each time I leap into the eyeless void so we can stay together till we die?
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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