Between Her World And Mine © Surazeus 2025 12 13 If angel of light descends from the stars and chooses to glow outside my locked door, the vast distance between her world and mine haunts my heart with intense desire to know, so I sing ache of my hope to embrace grace of her beauty long lost from this world. Stunned by assertive passion of strange eyes, I wander mute in forest of sad winds to lie beside the shallow pool of frogs till I sense invisible shift of light that pulses with palpable vibe of truth since I contain the world inside my breast. Surrounded by waving ferns of concern, I reach out to touch white moth of the moon, and muse if angel of light may return while I curl roots of my passionate hope in sun-thawed soil of our slow-spinning globe to contemplate relentless change of forms. Awake in moon-shadow of ardent faith, I gather dismembered fragments of dreams to patch strange memories with threads of fate, framed by clumsy gratitude of bright eyes that stare through useless clouds of urgent joy as unseen bats that constellate my heart. They crowd my empty room before midnight, those faceless ghosts of people I once knew, who gather to discuss risk management by filling boxes with thick documents that analyze how floods destroy small towns where mothers cook us potatoes and corn. I study densities of river stones in long reports about anger repressed based on paintings that crowd ten thousand rooms where angels dwell in landscapes of lost worlds to ponder why choices result in how we sail boats on floods from electric storms. Invulnerable books of recognized myths detail each time in history of mankind angel of light hovers by my locked door, so I record another song of love contrived from psychotic anxiety that flashes meteors across my mind. I shall organize schedule of events to render strong semantics mirrors seal through iridescent thoughts of angel wings that bring my true love safe around the world when she appears outside door of my heart and I open wide to embrace her close.
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, December 13, 2025
Between Her World And Mine
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Orpheus welcomes Ophelia home when she returns to Scotland after visiting her mother in the distant river valleys of Scythia.
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