Umbrella Of Our Love © Surazeus 2024 01 25 Safe under red umbrella of your love, I walk the signless road with confidence that you protect me from dangers above which threaten paradise with turbulence, so with calm arrogance I can forecast that our relationship will truly last. Though I express fierce passions of my heart with shallow terms of silly sentiments, because I navigate through the star chart clear path of hope cluttered from accidents, I mean these thoughts I speak with blushing cheeks to prove sincere faith with simple techniques. Alone in pouring rain of bitter tears, far from warm safety of my cozy home, I boldly stumble to face my dark fears who drive me with rage so I blindly roam far off right path of social rectitude, heart confused by my outraged attitude. I want to dwell in haven walls of faith, safe in righteous play of society, but I am haunted by rebellious wraith that defies pure acts of propriety, who, with fierce spirit of the jesting clown, urges me to take all cruel tyrants down. Since I lost red umbrella of my love, blown away by indifferent winds of fate, I must journey where demonic gods shove my helpless body beyond human state till I transcend confusing maze of myths to comprehend soul-trapping monoliths. Programmed by need to defend way of life designed by my ancestors fighting death, I focus my mind to overcome strife with strict assertion of controlling breath through rigorous discipline of martial stance enforcing state of grace from random chance. I feel force of four hundred million years motivate my progress of mental growth as I search for you in shadowy fears to fulfill pledge of our romantic oath till I find you in warm cave of my heart, reunited after too long apart. Safe under red umbrella of our love, we walk together on the truth-signed road to protect each other from storms above as we journey home with treasure-filled load of trust on which we build our secure home, till we return to sparkle of sea foam.
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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