House Woven From Light © Surazeus 2024 11 04 Loneliness of the house woven from light spurs young girl to wander the village paths while giving eerie shadows of her heart to strangers who give her words in return, so she reinvents herself as the crow that sprinkles evening raindrops on her hair. Regret for something that never occurs stops her slow journey on the grassy hill where bees describe how anguish of love feels to be free of names tagged by cruel desire, so she reinvents herself as the horse that wants to show her where apple trees grow. Disgust for dirty water of the pool instills in her respect for flashing rain that drenches trees with sparkles of sunlight who whisper secrets she would like to know, so she reinvents herself as the cow that ponders mystery of important grass. Surprise at how the silver moon explodes from wings of crows that whirl across the sky startles her awake from soft river song each time she closes her eyes in shy fear, so she reinvents herself as the tree that knows why laughter cures the broken heart. Sorrow of sudden negligence refined urges the lonely girl to touch the horse whose libertarian swiftness of progress embodies joyful beauty of the wind, so she reinvents herself as the stone that knows where the wild river wants to go. Hunger for beauty beaming from the face of the stranger who gives her cup of juice numbs her passion to race time with the horse though he waits patiently beside the pool, so she reinvents herself as the frog that knows how long stars glow before they die. Sadness in stone cairn of the nameless ghost inspires the girl, who makes herself crow wings, to ask the sky why angry people kill other people who refuse to obey, so she reinvents herself as the owl that shows her how to understand herself. Awe for weird transformation of her soul shocks the young girl with eyes black as the sun with knowledge she perceives in spoken words about how seeds fertilize eggs with life, so she reinvents herself as the sun that weaves our world from song of loving light.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, November 4, 2024
House Woven From Light
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Orpheus finds Ophelia under the apple tree on the hill entranced by strange beauty of sunlight in drops of rain that splash on her upturned face.
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