Viewless Wings Of Poesy © Surazeus 2026 02 25 Startled awake from drowsy dreams of hope, I hear light-winged Dryad of pear trees sing of summer with sharp electric ease that echoes with melodious ache of love in vast suburban maze of cheerful homes far from lone highway where my spirit roams. Since I returned unseen to world of work, because I faded not in forest sheen, with bottled liquor of the Hippocrene, from long afternoons singing in the park, I bring with me strange songs of haunted woods that radiate lustrous eyes in neighborhoods. Almost grown specter-thin with pale despair, I journeyed far across lush evening land and found bright glow of passion in brave bond through viewless wings of Poesy in air I breathe to transform sorrow in clear psalm with vibrant tones that teach my heart brave calm. Forever now in love with easeful Death, immortal Muse who knows my secret name, I chant ecstatic tune that dares not tame dynamic force of wisdom with brave faith expanding conscious scope of my respect for clever insight of the Architect. Amid the alien corn of my desire I open magic casement of my heart to find my place on Earth by the star chart, yet sing out of tune with the global choir since I bear book from fairy land forlorn with puzzling map that shows where I was born. Uncanny dream song of the nightingale lures me to grove of wild fruit trees at dusk where I see angel wearing mortal mask strum lyre of Mercury with joy, and wail heart-aching ode to beauty of this life that forges courage from confusing strife. Performing roles of emperor and clown, young Mercury sings ode of aching hope that suffering will teach our hearts to cope by breathing faith to wear celestial gown, inspired by music of the nightingale that reveals secret of the Holy Grail. When I hear forlorn bells of fairy land unveil mysterious path to my True Self, I follow song of that deceiving elf who lures me to weird garden of my mind where I sing plaintive anthem with clear voice that proves we map our fate with every choice.
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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Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Viewless Wings Of Poesy
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Orpheus joins John Keats in the forest dim to sing ode in harmony with the nightingale that leads them to fairy land forlorn.
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