Eyes Of Holy Light © Surazeus 2024 04 19 Though Hylas skips down on the river shore Metope waits for him outside their door, but when he never returns home to her she goes looking for son of Jupiter, then strides on stage to play guitar and sing about faithful love of the magic ring. With long blond hair flowing in evening wind Metope dances in short sequin gown to sing about the boy who broke her heart because he could not read the psychic chart, and left her wandering city streets at night still searching for his eyes of holy light. Alone in apartment of lonely souls, she stares at his typewriter of lost goals, yet tries to understand his mythic code left on the television in stealth mode, as if our feelings are the hurricane that leaves us dancing wildly in the rain. Waking up at dawn in the Moon Hotel with demon lover who crawled from the well, Metope smokes to chase away dark ghost who haunts her silence with arrogant boast that he speaks for man with the voice of God who found him wandering on the signless road. Rekindling flames of love in castle hearth, Metope maps weird secret of rebirth in blank-paged book that flutters in cold wind each time she texts him without hitting send, then smiles as she embroiders memories about their good times till he stole her keys. Painting garden of Heaven they once shared with impressionist style that shows she cared, Metope dances barefoot on wet lawn when the Light-Bearer appears after dawn to explain grand project of his new scheme that came to him in bright Parnassian dream. With valiant purpose beyond fantasy to fight evil and save democracy, Metope searches by the rancid pool that once bubbled with beauty of the cool, but finds Hylas passed out from despair after wandering lost in the Everywhere. Helping Hylas stumble back to their home, Metope asks why he would rather roam bleak wilderness of horror in his head than cuddle with her in their love-warm bed, but she weeps for the drowned man on the shore who will never laugh with her anymore.
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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