Way Of Flowing Streams © Surazeus 2025 03 28 If the moon could speak, she would tell me why sad people are never allowed to cry while they hang upside down in the Joy Tree and sing anthem about how to live free through clarion call of the mountain wind with broken hearts only beauty can mend. If the noble stag of the forest grove escapes the hunter for the treasure trove, my heart leaps laughing with joyful respect, foolhardy guest devils fail to detect, so I ask the moon why humans must die who tries to explain the afterlife lie. Since I can never know your secret heart, though I trace your fortune on the star chart, you remain completely unknowable therefore I choose to find you lovable each day we wake together in our space, still in love with your mysterious face. If fear constrains me with paralysis of desperate hope forged from analysis, I transfer anguish to the puppet show that I perform in soft blue evening glow till soldiers shoot us for protesting hate, defined by commands of aggressive fate. When people who can hear vibes of Earth Soul invent loud silence that no bell can toll, we gather to protest cruel tyranny till we are inspired by epiphany that songs of faith can cripple feeble power and free Liberty from the Ivory Tower. With pulsing material of frantic light, contrived by flow of time untangled right, my heart paints portrait of the soul I love who wears pretty mask of the willing slave, yet we give each other freedom to play, choosing in the end to unite and stay. More than halfway to the end of my tale, I leave church where everything is for sale and wander in ephemeral glow of faith to find pure emanation of my wraith that guides me toward the vale where I will sleep, so I ask the Earth my frail bones to keep. Whereas our hearts are equally intense with loyal passion of our future tense, we share one winding road of earnest hope to help each other thrive well as we cope, so we generate children of our dreams who help us map the way of flowing streams.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Friday, March 28, 2025
Way Of Flowing Streams
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Orpheus and Ophelia celebrate her birthday with their children Ostara and Orion by eating cake and dancing in the backyard.
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