Eerie Beauty Of The Moon © Surazeus 2024 09 21 Though timeless eerie beauty of the moon cannot be captured by camera or phone, my brain records its heart-enchanting vibe, which, if I never poetize its power, will vanish to blank nothing when I die as atoms of my brain scatter in wind. With words arranged in riddles of respect, or colors organized in vibrant shapes, my mind presents that soul-reviving shine our timeless night-light sphere exudes with joy through frail medium of temporary art to capture eerie beauty of the moon. Since our ancestral parents first emerged from sloshing darkness of the primal sea, and crawled up rivers to fresh-water lakes where they peeped from water-eye of desire, we have gazed long with reverential awe and love at eerie beauty of the moon. Every month in four hundred million years, since we rose from Dream Lake at dawn of time, we four-legged creatures, who love to sing, have chanted heart-expanding hymns of love while gazing entranced during solemn dance through joy at eerie beauty of the moon. Though we cannot with cultural media capture ethereal essence of her glow that shimmers with entrancing ambience among twisted branches of fruitful trees, eternal recurrence of her brief show illustrates eerie beauty of the moon. Though we are inspired by her sweet face to mirror in poems of expressive words, or images of paintings we create, artworks we make to give our feelings shape are nothing more than faint shadows of love to recall eerie beauty of the moon. When she appears once every thirty days with glorious glamour of transcendent truth, Queen of the Night Selene watches us while her son Dionysus leads our dance in circle of stones that mirrors her face to honor eerie beauty of the moon. As we are wandering lost in tangled woods, brave Dionysus, son of Selene, pours nutritious wine in grail of our hearts, then leads us dancing by the Lake of Dreams where we sing hymns that heal our hearts with love to become eerie beauty of the moon.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings ethereal hymn to honor eerie beauty of the moon.
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