Continue Side By Side © Surazeus 2023 06 04 Sweet agony of our conceptual love wakes me at midnight from beautiful dream where we walk together in crowded halls to analyze the strangeness of starlight because when I gaze in your moon-black eyes I feel infinity glow in my brain. Reluctant pleasure of this timeless day fills me with terror of the empty sky which gleams cobalt in mirror of the lake revealing cosmic emptiness of being as we hold hands on fragile wooden boat which I row forward toward the hopeful day. If darkness lures us through door in the trees we decide to follow our eager hearts and go where Death controls our state of mind till our lost names appear in red moonlight as we keep moving with the river flow though gravity drags us down to the truth. The cogent spindle twists our points of view so our two bodies of ambitious flesh merge shadows into one immortal soul stretched vast as mountains laughing at the joke that only ocean waves will understand though I will try to translate them to seeds. The end of the road that is far ahead will lead us back to where our souls were born so we must worry to restore the wind that swirls around the most beautiful tree where we left our childhood in the twilight wide enough to become the spinning world. For even when I wander in the gloom, too far beyond the walls of paradise to know the road that would restore our faith, she smiles with simple charming innocence that glows as light to guide our lonely way to the house where the road continues on. Since we keep meeting on our daily treks to gather fruits and nuts from humming trees we decide to continue side by side, always together on the road we blaze so we can protect each other from harm and hold each other safe in the cold night. The way she beams with smiles of eager eyes while skipping high among the apple trees inspires my heart to sing about true love so, when she crouches down to touch the herb that heals all wounds, I gaze with selfless love at timeless beauty of her mortal soul.
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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