Laughter Of The River Wave © Surazeus 2024 10 22 Since apple trees flirt with the evening light I lay my memories on the frosted grass which I wrote on orange wrinkled leaves of time to let the wind know I am still alive with sacred laughter of the river wave that whispers names of every soul I love. I see them all walk by me in the dusk, the faceless people I know must be real, whose spirits linger in my neighborhood long after they have vanished from this world, so with soft laughter of the river wave I write their lost tales on frail falling leaves. I build new temples on the grassy shore as solemn homes lit by one candle flame where all the nameless dead of every land who never earned wealth of fortunate fame may dance with laughter of the river wave before their memories vanish in the wind. I see their faces on Halloween Eve lit by affectionate glow of the moon who recites their name and tale of their life as they drift by in costumes of their fates to play with laughter of the river wave that folds their bodies in pages of books. Since the Great Horned Owl in the tall oak tree observes my actions with indifferent eyes, I map vast maze of myths on story charts recording family trees of ancient gods who rise from laughter of the river wave to walk alive in children of their genes. I hear eerie song of the Nightingale echo in groves of the Hesperides where ghost of John Keats lingers by the pool still gazing at reflection of his face writ in sweet laughter of the river wave with serpentine runes of celestial flames. Wearing painted mask of Endymion, John asks if I will trick-or-treat with him, so I wear mask of nomad Alastor as we stroll in Cedar Creek Neighborhood, inspired by laughter of the river wave, to fill our hearts with lost dreams of the dead. Since white horses flirt with the evening light I set my memories on museum shelf which I mold into idols of dead souls from immortal beauty of pungent clay, then breathe in laughter of the river wave to revive their souls in Elysium.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, October 22, 2024
Laughter Of The River Wave
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Orpheus gives candy on Halloween to children dressed in costumes as all the forgotten gods of every ancient human religion that ever existed on Earth.
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