Destiny I Cannot See © Surazeus 2024 07 20 Strange silence of the purple evening air roars loud as ocean waves in my good ear with cries of acclamation from the sky that understands the reason why I try to stand against adversity of fame when I explore my fate in the dream game. Alone beside the sparkling river stream on windy plain of the beautiful seem, I sing fierce ache of passion in my heart through piercing melody of the star chart that guides my journey to the Promised Land when I cradle pure emerald in my hand. Toward my true destiny I cannot see I walk boldly with the castle door key to meet the faceless person I will love whose spirit is blessed by the stars above to save my life each time I meet with Death whose selfless kiss fills me with divine breath. Each obstacle that looms on rugged path threatens to destroy my body with wrath expressed by people threatened by my fate that I create to marry my soulmate yet I climb jagged mountain of despair till I perceive whole truth of everywhere. Tangled in grapevines on the mountain slope, just as it seems that I have lost all hope, you swoop down from Heaven on white swan wings to rescue me from dire fate with love rings that binds our hearts with destiny we share because we always seem to meet somewhere. What strange magnetic passion of desire brings us together to sing as one choir of voices joined in harmony of fate we choose to weave when both our hearts create new child from our immortal soul of genes when we perform our roles in loving scenes. Though all the world conspires against our play as we walk together our chosen way, their greed and fear cannot tear us apart for we compose our own grateful life chart that leads us to the fertile fruited plain where we build our home as haven from pain. Though we seem lost in waste land of our fate, walking endless circles through the same gate, we head toward destiny we cannot see to home of the brave in land of the free to live well through prosperity of fame when we explore our love in the dream game.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Destiny I Cannot See
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Orpheus faithfully guides us toward our destiny we cannot see.
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