Endless Beach Of Hope © Surazeus 2025 10 09 She walks the lonely road of nowhere else with shining laughter of relentless rain to prove time burbles mud of ardent fields more tardy than exploding suns of thought too far for ravens without wings to find bleak river valley of silver-eyed faes. Born faceless under canopy of tears, she hums with time-cracked bell of liberty despite annoyance of reluctant cows who wait impatiently in gushing flow of rivers crashing from high mountain snow to ask if she remembers why milk sours. Shocked by how fast the wingless horse forgets to bring uncertain wind of roaring waves, she ponders how swans know to scatter gems with sordid nonchalance of happiness before the second coming of the cloud that beams the man in white from starry realm. Determined to rest on the flowered slope with frantic calmness of abandoned hearts, she gazes sadly at the boundless blue through eagerness to never talk again regarding concept of property lines where gates block access to gardens of fruit. Yet savior who arrives with holy book, that records how his father reigns as king, may preach salvation of the glowing cloud for all who choose to pay for miracles that cause abundant crops to bloom from skulls of angels fallen in celestial war. Arriving at the dock from mountain vale, where bright-winged fairies all grew old and died, she asks the man in black with tearful prayer to buy her ticket to the Promised Land so he indentures her to servitude as stoic minister of star-eyed faith. Huddled against hull of the lurching ship, tossed by aggressive winds of loyalty, she prays with fevered faith in fortitude to storm-winged deity of lighting truth to bear her soul across seething sea safe to the garden of the singing cow. Feet heavy as bright diamonds on the crown of melancholy king chained to his throne, she trudges on the endless beach of hope toward woman holding lamp of liberty who writes her name in book of history while she sews clothes and tends garden of herbs.
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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Thursday, October 9, 2025
Endless Beach Of Hope
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Orpheus returns to river vales of Scotland where his ancestor lived two hundred years ago before she sailed west to the Promised Land.
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