Goal I Set My Heart © Surazeus 2024 06 18 Though often racing down dead ends of hope that lead me lost in tangled fears of death, I always find again the proper road that leads me toward the goal I set my heart so I overcome obstacles of pain to lounge safe in apple grove by the lake. To lie at ease beneath broad canopy of frilly leaves that flutter in cool breeze, and watch young children of our tribe play free with voices ringing in still forest gloom, inspires my heart with love for everything that blooms from bounty of this fertile vale. When I was still young, with heart full of verve for vigorous passion to explore the world, I sailed to Colchis in swift Argo, far from cozy haven where my mother dwells, with gang of friends to capture herd of sheep in quest that now fills my afternoon dreams. Intense moments of danger, when we faced monsters in both forests and palaces, flash bright with fraught anxiety of hope that blinds my eyes to beauty of this hour, which often startles me awake with dream in sultry evening buzzed with cricket song. When darkness shrouds lake grove in eerie gloom, the gentle people of my tribe return to gather round the shining hearth I tend with baskets of food they plucked in the woods, and cook grand feast for everyone to eat, faces flush with joy in glow of the fire. After they finish eating feast of hope, just as the full moon rises in black sky to gleam over distant hills thick with trees, young woman with owl eyes asks me to sing tale relating adventures of my youth, so I pluck strings of my turtle-shell lyre. I told you how the swift Argo was built, and name of each hero who joined our crew, so now I will relate how we arrived on rocky shore of Lemnos where we found daughter of Dionysus bearing wand wound with vines of grapes that dazed us with joy. Enchanting their attentive hearts with song, I recount how the women killed the men for sleeping with girls they kidnapped in raids, finish with moral that men should respect women who trust them to guard them with love, then they sleep as I hum soft lullabies.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus tunes strings of his lyre while the people of his tribe sleep under stars, safe under his watchful eyes.
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