Call Me From The Sea © Surazeus 2024 01 14 Reluctant road of billowing blue birds explains electric elegance of speed when children chasing chickens in the field find ancient bearded bard with broken harp who tells them gossip their grandmothers hide in books stuck in the trunks of weeping trees. The graceful horse with long red flowing mane looks sideways at me with her moon-black eyes as if to chide me for how I behave dancing foolishly in vast mirrored hall that seems to go forever to the sky where angels descend on red flaming wings. While picking strawberries near the cliff edge, faces gleaming in mist of early dawn, we laugh with shyness at pleasure we shared, but you slip over edge of nothingness as I reach out my hand to clutch at air and watch you fall forever in the sea. Along grim margin of the laughing sea I run long endless years in frantic search to find your body floating in cold waves, but you have vanished into nothingness, your face only clear to me in dark dreams when I hear you call me from the sea. I enter story of your death sideways, reluctant to express sharp pain I feel from guilt I failed to save you from the fall, yet blue birds on frail limbs of apple trees mock my pain with beautiful carefree songs so I dive deep into horror of the sea. Down deep in cluttered vision of blue light I swim into emptiness of my heart to find enormous pearl in oyster shell, so I grasp small gleaming moon with desperate hand and thrust toward leery eye that watches me to lie gasping on bleak beach of my grief. Cradling enormous pearl in open hands, I gaze at mysterious curves of its light, and almost see your face in its strange mask, so I carry pure spirit of your heart as I walk along winding river shore past farms of people tending wheat and cows. Back home in mirrored hall of your heart I kneel before your mother by the hearth and show her pearl of your soul that I found deep in dark abyss of my aching heart, then she embraces me with gentle kiss, whispering that she forgives me at last.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, January 14, 2024
Call Me From The Sea
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