Delicate Water Of Time © Surazeus 2024 07 29 I love the delicate water of time that flows in veins of our dream-flashing brains since mountains that stand for millions of years weep for the life and death of conscious souls who fall as rain, then flow to sea of death, to rise and return again as bright clouds. I hear soft echo as your voice in woods describes strange beauty of the wind in trees that makes them dance with passion of desire which motivates my quest beyond the known to find the soulmate of my aching heart who joins me in our daily play of life. Too many people suffer loneliness as they are beaten down by harsh abuse by people twisted with vile bitterness that poisons their hearts from aggressive pain, so ghosts exiled from their communities gather to dwell in valley of despair. Weird beauty flashing in your moon-bright eyes inspires my heart to love the universe so I extend through gesture of my hands crafty vision to rebuild with new lies safe home from ruins of forgotten hopes for us to dwell in twilight of our lives. When we are exiled from our families, and all trace of our existence erased, we become nameless ghosts who wander lost on signless road from walls of paradise with nothing but old apples in our hands, so we build new garden on the lake shore. Though we lose everything our hands have built, and wander displaced from our lost homeland as homeless ghosts with no warm temple hall, we build new temple with bones of our souls so we can shelter from the thunderstorm sent by God to forge our hearts with new hope. I love the curious water of time that sparkles as stones in the river flow where I lounge under the sad willow tree and listen to sparrows sing about love while I fish for wisdom to roast and eat, then sing about the past in eerie psalms. Though I hear your voice call my secret name with sparkling timbre from the flow of time, I cannot hold you in my aching arms for you have vanished in the swirling wind so only falling rain can cleanse my heart as I search for you in water of love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, July 29, 2024
Delicate Water Of Time
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Orpheus analyzes psychic content in the delicate water of time to speculate why we love.
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