Eyes That Can See © Surazeus 2026 03 26 So long as I live with eyes that can see faces of people in the city maze, strangers in my new-found community, I shall compare you to this fresh spring day when you tend apple trees in our backyard, dark red face glowing in light of the sun. Though we are fading with each seasoned year, trimmed by changing course Nature arrogates to transform lithe young bodies of our souls to withered wanderers in shade of time, we possess honest love that grows more strong since we first joined hands on our road of life. Unchanging love in changing frames of flesh gives us eternal life, though we will die, in children blooming from our fertile hearts who now possess bright youth as we grow old, because we transferred timeless glow of love to animate their bodies with pure light. Death always brags with honest smile of fate that we are wandering toward shade of her doom, yet we share pleasure in togetherness for heaven shines on both our mortal heads because we wander hand in hand toward death since we our one in bodies of our children. Safe in civil obscurity of love, we drive never-ending road of our love past quiet houses amid towering oaks, one heart-bound mind of daily pulchritude in separate bodies of our private souls, individuals coupled by free-will choice. Though we speak different tribal languages, fashioned by ancestral songs of the heart on two islands at the opposite ends of the spinning world, Java and Britannia, we speak one language with grammar of trust, attentive to shared plan of cordial growth. Devouring time, that thirsts for souls of gods, sparks passion to regenerate our souls in bodies of our children who spring bright on Phoenix wings from burning blood of hope, so we run laughing with swift-footed time to savor beauty of this life till death. Your gentle heart, within your glowing face painted by Nature with beauty of stars, ignores shifting fashions to project consistent wisdom as treasure of love that makes us wealthy in togetherness, because we choose each other to live well.
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, March 26, 2026
Eyes That Can See
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Orpheus grins, watching Hamlet and Juliet dance together among the apple trees of Elysium, while their children head off for college.
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