Familiar Spirit Of You © Surazeus 2024 06 16 Faint ghost I sense is slight trick of my brain which longs for presence of your absent soul whose vibrant energy signature glows as record programmed in my memory so I feel you approach as radiant form just outside perceptive range of my eyes. When long afternoon stretches in slow ache of sultry languidness through heavy hours, my conscious attention fades in dull haze that opens vistas of forgotten days decades gone now in our vanished world view, so I feel your ghost haunt my drowsy dream. My heart glows soft with sweet sorrow of joy to sense your presence in my wistful world, so I turn toward gleam of your eidolon with sudden flashing smile of smitten hope to embrace you again with empty arms, yet you vanish when I open my eyes. Startled by specter of your vanished being that radiates familiar spirit of you, I groan with sorrow when my open eyes dispel your ghost back to the underworld, which followed thrumming of Orphean lyre and leaves me alone in thick summer heat. Attempting once again to lure from Hell faceless phantom of your death-scattered soul, I fix fierce gaze of my compulsive cause to lead your soul with song of our desire, but when I turn around to see your face you dissipate at cry of my distrust. Closing my eyes again to find your soul, I float in undulating waves of heat that stretches me across ten million years so I become every ancestral soul who longed with heartache of nostalgic pain for apparition of the soul we love. Countless moments of longing for the dead, my ancestors performed with aching hearts in timeless afternoons of lonely faith, all merge in one scene on eternal stage where I play role commissioned by my muse to conjure your wraith with tale of our love. Spooked by beautiful ghost of your lost soul, which radiated from your body shell through emanation forged by chemicals, I play lyre of Orpheus with sore hands for each melodious verse of my song keeps you alive in vision of my mind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays song of your life to conjure your ghost from memory of his heart.
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