Silver Starless Sea © Surazeus 2023 07 08 The last film I see on cathedral wall before the world unpuzzles into tales displays the tragic romance of our life for turtles and ravens to laugh with glee while I sit alone in the leaky boat and sail across the silver starless sea. The little girl in the peach blossom tree who plucks the starflower from heart of time to give me sweet devotion of her heart falls from moon swan who soars among red clouds so I catch her fragile soul in my arms and set her by the silver starless sea. Just as she reaches out to touch my cheek six ghost assassins from the desert king attack with whirling blades of arrogance so I defend her body against greed and cast them into pit of howling flames as she weeps by the silver starless sea. I give her diamond of ten thousand eyes which I dug from deep cavern of despair so she can gaze into eternity to see first flash of the big bang expand the White Whole of all souls from the God Eye who dreams us by the silver starless sea. Though globe of Earth that spins in void of love is cluttered now with cities of tall towers, connected by vast network of paved roads, I still feel immortal spirit of Elysium glow bright from solid ground of our desire as Heaven by the silver starless sea. I take her hand in mine with gentle care and dance with her on mountain of peach trees where crystal shimmer of high waterfalls swirls sparkling mist of faith around our souls so when we kiss our souls become one light that pulses by the silver starless sea. Before cenotaph of your empty tomb, old marble tablet I sawed from despair on which I cannot carve your precious name, I kneel and whisper prayer from aching heart that you no longer suffer pain of life and dwell safe by the silver starless sea. Soft evening glimmer of the twilight zone, that pierces my heart when I think of you, conceals me safe in walls of paradise where I meditate far from courts of power, and you read story of our tragic fate we perform by the silver starless sea.
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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