Binds My Soul To You © Surazeus 2023 07 14 When I transcend mute sorrow of despair my eyes will see bright ribbons of the wind swirl clear in ever-changing flow of faith that cycles spiral of the universe reflecting subtle nuance of desire that binds my soul with thought integrity. When I leap ditch of glittering water stream in field of wheat beside the restless sea I capture wind in wings I do not have with hope to soar above this sticky world but I fall back to solid ground of fate that binds my soul with words I never speak. I stare long at huge mansions on the beach with ancient sorrow of the falling leaf to wonder why my body seethes with wind that swells my mind enormous as this globe on which I stumble in my quest for truth that binds my soul with drops of shining rain. Each hour the black bird lands in field of wheat I sing while marching on the signless road with army of the lost and dispossessed who form bold union of the righteous seer to fight against oppression of the rich that binds my soul with coinage forged in Hell. Her eyes could resurrect my broken mind from tangled skein in labyrinth of lies where I wait blind at windows of red snow for my lost love to walk the wind-torn road when they return from fight against cruel greed that binds my soul with books burned after dawn. Strange emptiness of hope in angry hearts lures me to search dark cavern of fake dreams for shining diamond of unquestioned wealth that gleams bright with first flash at dawn of time so I can see how we evolve from light that binds my soul with rays of energy. With you on mountain slope in swirling mist I want to know strange beauty of your soul when I explore deep contours of your face till we become one integrated mind to build our secret paradise with love that binds my soul to you with magic ring. Elusive beauty of our complex world shines clear from windy breath of every soul who ever lives on every spinning world that thrives with life across the universe but you and I share love on this frail Earth that binds my soul with spirit of the wind.
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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