Fragile Flame Of Hope © Surazeus 2023 12 28 Celestial music of harmonious flow calls me through shadows of old tangled woods, so I float down steep hill of anguished breath to hunker down safe on the river shore where apparition of the water god blinds my eyes with beautiful rays of light. Seven angelic swans spread white wings wide and leap from writhing passion of the stream to glide far from dark terror of the woods, so I spread my arms and pretend to fly so I can escape dark shadow of death, but my heavy heart binds me to the ground. With sudden flutter of eccentric wind that weaves my heart in whorl of silver clouds I see aggressive motion of intent in surge of force behind visible forms which animates performance of all souls so I perceive weird world behind the world. Dramatic stillness of the flowing stream reveals vast presence of the starless void beneath lithe surface of the watery eye who seems to watch me with one timeless thought till light wakes bright inside my buzzing brain so I become reflection of the moon. When one angelic swan with moon-white wings returns from formless realm beyond the sky, and lands on stillness of the river flow, I know she brings me treasure from faint stars in apple that falls in my open hand, so I eat the sun contained in its juice. At the darkest hour of relentless night I reach my hand down in cold river flow to grasp white diamond gleaming with moonlight so I can touch thought of eternity that pierces my heart with ache of desire to stay awake beyond my nothingness. But I float deep in gloom of dreamless sleep as nothing more than fragile flame of hope that gleams brief hour with passion of mute love between vast stretches of eternity when I am not, before and after life, so I forget the name I never bear. Awake from timeless death of river flow I sing in tune with melody of rain that teaches me how I must live each day, because I am alive, and not yet dead, though I sink blind in nothingness of sleep, so I float in the cool river and grin.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, December 28, 2023
Fragile Flame Of Hope
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