Search For The Secret Code © Surazeus 2024 06 14 When you say all good things come to an end I fear falling rocks just around the bend, so I park my car by side of the road and search trees on hills for the secret code that might reveal the truth of love I fear till with breath of the sky my mind is clear. Because you are no longer by my side I have no reason now to try and hide heart-flashing rainbows after bitter rain that declare I have nothing more to gain, so I drive my car alone on country road, searching golden clouds for the secret code. Each red brick building in the city maze must be sign I approach my next life phase, but every window gleaming with the sun might hide the beautiful face of the one who understands strange mystery of the road I drive in my search for the secret code. With melancholy tune of simple folk, I sing to express concept of the woke, which lights the golden way to happiness, I accept fact that more is always less which makes no sense out on the lonely road where birds express faith of the secret code. Since I want to believe in something more sparking warmth of love from the iron core, I sit under oak tree on windy hill to meditate on passion of the will that conjures luck from fortune of the road while I compose book of the secret code. Orange butterflies that flutter from the moon explain to me why nothing is too soon because the same sun always rises gold with warning signs that urge me to be bold while driving anywhere on signless road since I may never find the secret code. I translate ancient songs of ocean waves to spells I carve on stones of hidden graves because most people live and die unknown though each spirit may animate their clone, so I scatter apple seeds by the road for the yet-born to find my secret code. Remember, even on the darkest days our open hearts will radiate loving rays as lamps of truth that glow for you to find when you search for world in dreams of your mind that shimmers somewhere on the open road with fruit gardens built from our secret code.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus stares at process of the road, surprised to discover the secret code.
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