Garden Of Secret Love © Surazeus 2025 04 08 Though you are not always right by my side you are always near me within my heart faithful as the moon I cannot always see, for you come and go, weaving through my days, in phases of nearness that wax and wane, tugging with love at the sea of my heart. Though you are sometimes near invisible, you are everywhere I go in this world, dependable as the mountain of truth that supports my journey to be myself, secure as the air that inspires my heart with empathy for every living soul. I cannot always clearly see your face and I wait anxiously, thinking of you, but I feel warmth of your attentive love bright as the sun that shimmers in the sky, so I imagine you are watching me with careful concern of the Guardian. Light gleaming in leaves on lattice of limbs, and tracing timeless visions of far lands through quiet curtains on clean painted wall, luminates faceless shadow of your soul to assert confirmation of our bonds so I dance with your absence as the ghost. I sail boat of my heart with cautious hope on lake of free-floating anxiety to fish for secret monsters of the heart so I can roast despair on flames of faith, then feed the people of my family who watch me cook with eyes of hungry hope. The greenfinch on the branch of loyal trust explains to me where you are at these days, describing how you wrestle with despair and walk with courage on the jagged air to bring redemption in your open hands so we can understand chaos of fate. Ache of nostalgia for the wordless past, that conjures from ancestral memories emotional vibe of energetic love, frames this bleak timeless hour of loneliness with vibrant beauty of your absent soul as my brain beams your ghost to haunt my heart. Overwhelmed by pleasure that you exist more than your ghost my brain designs with love, I cherish every memory of our times together walking hand in hand with hope since we escaped mad paradise we lost to build our own garden of secret love.
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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Tuesday, April 8, 2025
Garden Of Secret Love
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Orpheus returns with basket of fish he roasts while Ophelia sings heart-aching song about how much she misses him when he is gone fishing.
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