More Rich Than Trees © Surazeus 2025 10 05 More rich than trees that convert soil to fruit, my body transforms spirit of the stars to conscious vision of the universe which shines in psychic lamp of memory as light that guides my quest to find the gem which projects how light conjures my brain soul. Young woman wearing black shoes and lace gown glides gracefully in garden of fresh herbs, delighting in soft dance of butterflies while contemplating mysteries of the world preserved as hope with feathers of true love embodied by the bird perched in her soul. Holding open her hand filled with bread crumbs, she smiles with joy to watch the happy bird consume fierce beauty of the universe that forms the strangest sea inside her heart as sudden gale erupts across the sky that scatters feathers and leaves on the road. Startled by the carriage painted black that stops for her on signless road of time, young woman, holding basket of ripe fruit, rides with Immortality in white suit who smiles and tips his hat with calm respect as they ride past cemeteries and towns. Rapping ardently at my chamber door, young woman with eyes bright with ancient stars sips tea on velvet couch of honesty, then, while I play solemn tune on piano, she sings sweet hymn about Eternity as horses graze in field of daffodils. Though I want to ask question of my heart about our domestic tranquility in peaceful domicile of mutual love, I smile behind mask of civility while aching to embrace her with respect till she waves farewell and rides swift away. I want to express with ache of my heart that she is modest Muse of timeless truth whose beaming smile and ancient starry eyes inspire these endless songs of ardent hope that swell ripe from ethereal wind of faith through pulsing cavern of my fertile heart. Floating together in dark forest pool, young woman and I laugh wild with delight to celebrate that we are still alive, though tyrants of the world are mad with power, for greed that demands too much energy dissipates into peace more rich than trees.
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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