Ever-Wandering Wind © Surazeus 2023 10 21 When I reach out my hand with eager hope to pluck mysterious moon from blue sky I find I hold sacred orange of your heart, so I walk signless road of everywhere to see if I can find you in this world till I become the ever-wandering wind. Far off beyond horizon of gray hills I hear faint melody of some sweet voice ring clear through hazy purple evening glow so I walk signless road through eerie woods to find vivacious beauty of the Earth though I remain the ever-wandering wind. Ten thousand years I follow winding stream from mountain cave of dreams where I was born down to swirling waves of the sun-gold sea, planting oranges on verdant river shores to transform bleak world into paradise with passion of the ever-wandering wind. With wings of Mercury powering my feet I climb the highest mountain on the Earth and stand tip-toe on star-aspiring peak with project to transcend this mortal flesh but I remain trapped in chemical shell which imitates the ever-wandering wind. With ache of far-sight burning in my heart I long to escape teeming city maze to find in hostile wilderness of fear haven of hope in hidden bower of bliss sequestered in nestling green of your heart, diligent as the ever-wandering wind. Lost on journey in waste land of my heart, I flow with surging waves of constant change to find the safe unchanging bower of bliss that embodies timeless world of desire, yet I must continue quest for your heart, now zealous as the ever-wandering wind. In grove of hazels by the sparkling stream I breathe with taut suppression of the heart voluptuous passion of the generous Earth with longing to rest from my endless quest, but I walk signless road of everywhere with vehemence of the ever-wandering wind. Ten thousand rockets bursting with red glare, fired from towers of Heaven by cherubim, destroy safe homes wet built with bleeding hands, so, bearing nothing but memories and hopes, I join exodus of my people from Hell with fierce faith of the ever-wandering wind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, October 21, 2023
Ever-Wandering Wind
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