Time River Of Skeletons © Surazeus 2025 05 24 Nothing exists in my dream of this world except the time river of skeletons invisible to laughter of star gods, so we kneel together on its lush shore to grasp emeralds and diamonds that gleam with eyes of our ancestors in our hearts. Spring wind appears in wispy willow form to toy with fleeting flash of light on grass that flares in blossoms of still unborn fruit, dazing my soul at flicker of soft wings with passion that intoxicates my heart till my body radiates immortal charm. My heart escapes clumsy frame of my soul as white-winged butterfly frail as the moon to flutter swift around my head with grace of tender compassion for suffering souls who find enlightenment of sacred truth equal in weight to harsh pain they endure. Wings of my heart with unforeseen desire sign unmapped corner of my secret world with seal of spring that sparks my aching heart through anguish to unfold itself from fear though no one calls it forth from silent gloom so I become mute cloud that drifts alone. Pure cloud of my most sacred memory will soon stitch veil of frost across my vale, but hides warm blush of spring in shadowed folds while Death leans casually against stout bough with coy repose of knowledge I must learn that writhes long-buried in grave of my heart. While we discuss slow spinning of the Earth in crenellate shade of the garden wall we feel the sudden gust of lonely wind bear our unanchored souls into the sky so we gazed shocked at valley of tall trees where river of life flows to sea of death. Trapped in the stony dream-cache of my heart, I find all the missing people of time imprisoned in the cave of sunless sorrow, so I play lyre of Mercury and sing to lead them from dark underworld of fear but none can follow me from grave of death. Webbed darkness of the forest round the lake diverts my journey to its hungry cave where I extract from sorrow of my heart diamonds of faith that gleam with clarity as my soul floats on bright oblivious waves along with time river of skeletons.
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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Saturday, May 24, 2025
Time River Of Skeletons
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Orpheus tries to lead freed prisoners from the diamond mine, but they flee back into its safe gloom at the blinding glare of sunlight.
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