Umbrella In Sweet Rain © Surazeus 2025 10 31 When umbrellas fall in sensuous rain at passionate kiss between lonely lovers, silver drops erase social memories so we become two bodies intertwined with sweet electric energy of trust that generates new life from our desire. Stark rays of light through storm-impatient clouds illuminate demon wings in our hearts so we transcend tight bounds of naked fear through slow expansion of our conscious hopes to glow as constellated stars of love arranged by plans we weave with whispered words. Together holding hands of shy regret we wander through deserted park of signs, ignoring careful paths of social roles to tread with bare feet of assertive faith fear-muddied trails in shadows of cruel trees who weep flower blooms on our tangled hair. Great need for shared responsibilities binds our individual hands with red thread of heart-connected moments we perform to nurture trust of stricken insolence combining separate minds with one new goal that guides our navigation beyond death. Weird way light glows on cautious open doors alerts our skittish hearts to sudden trap that could still fracture fragile innocence with misconstrued words of false sentiments distorted by perceptive nonchalance that twists our haven into paradise. No agitated guilt of lonely vales projects bright stars on stone walls of the church where faceless ancestors we never meet wait sleepless in tombless graves of the heart for hour we choose to rise from numb despair and strike with truth against contempt of fate. Pungent scent of lilies after dawn rain disguises familiar anger with hope that disciplined poise of honest respect may splinter monuments to social pride erected by the living left behind who carve our names on rain-smooth river stones. Unreachable home of galactic tides lures our aching hearts to return at last from endless journey to lost paradise with brave humility contrived by prayers till we meet again by hate-ruined hall to kiss under umbrella in sweet rain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus and Ophelia kiss under umbrella in sweet rain while imperial planes drop bombs on homes in lands far across the sea of arrogant dismay.
ReplyDeleteInspired by a scene in episode 33 of Chinese wuxia fantasy "Love in the Clouds".
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