My Door To Your Heart © Surazeus 2025 06 06 Because the moon is my door to your heart I will be bold stars that shelter your world to keep you safe with gentle words of love that flow as ocean waves which lift your boat above abyss of doom so wind of hope I breathe may bear you to shore of my heart. Prometheus arches his muscular frame to shelter Hesione from gusting winds which keeps her dry from lash of stinging rain as they crouch low against high rocky cliff that glitters with each sudden scarlet flash as lightning bolts strike adamantine time. Slipping deep into narrow jagged crack that splits conceptual world of honesty, Prometheus leads frail angel of his heart into enormous cavern with large pool that gleams from light of jewels in its walls where they cuddle warm in the wounded gloom. Cuddling together at edge of the pool, Prometheus and Hesione smile at reflection of their faces that gleam with eerie calm of transcendental trust till drop of water from the cavern roof shatters clear vision of their alien souls. If I gaze too long at my own strange face, my innocent heart might become entranced with curious obsession to comprehend true nature of that preternatural soul which seems to animate my conscious will, and forget beauty of your special face. Prometheus turns away from their reflection and gazes at the face of his young bride, then reaches out his trembling hand with awe to caress rose-blushed cheek with gentle love, so she opens her moist mouth to express passionate love of her heart for his soul. If, in desire to please your flighty heart and keep attention of your loyal love long focused straight on essence of my being, I echo concepts of your spoken words to understand weird mystery of your mind, I might forget my own peculiar thoughts. Embracing bodies in cavern of jewels, the boy and the girl who forget their names make love in glimmer of eternal truth so they remember how the universe still flares forth from first flash of the big bang to generate new life from fear of death.
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, June 6, 2025
My Door To Your Heart
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Orpheus finds skeletons of a man and a woman in the mountain cavern forty thousand years after they lived and died, so he displays them in the Zarathian Museum of Natural History.
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