Nature Breathes Through Me © Surazeus 2026 03 06 Awake by fairest river of dream song, I stroll in alder shades of innocence and listen with attentive mind of faith to song of water over rocky falls that shocks my thoughts with waywardness of hope contrived by calm that Nature breathes through me. How many ancestors of my dream soul as children played in cool delightful rill that streams between lush banks of fruitful trees till their heart, bronzed with radiance of joy, expands broad scope of conscious wantonness while sporting in thunder shower of faith. Fair seed-time of their river-nurtured souls weaves fearful beauty of ten million years from summer-shimmered slopes of lonely hills in tangled genes that program how I feel when I attend with anxious platitudes to daily duties that preserve my soul. I feel strange urgency of their despair contrive to hurry me on beyond death, so I reach hand with curious intent to comprehend uncanny gold-moon glow that lights night-wanderings of my earnest heart when I attempt to plunder Earth of truth. Hands gripping jagged concept of fierce height, I climb ambitious rock of fissured faith to savor fierce blast Zephyr hurls at me with mocking joy at fragile state of mind where I assert strange utterance of truth with brave wisdom of the perilous ridge. Alert to invisible workmanship that rings harmonious music of my mind with discordant elements that alarm sanguine sense of studied confidence infused in vibrant process of my brain, I shout random words at the empty sky. More worthy of myself than I admit, since I am what I am, designed by genes all my ancestors presented to me as psychic legacy, I ponder path my inner nature drives me to attend as I create my fate with every choice. I too sail boat of the shepherd with care across moon-shining lake of mountain time to cavern of the Willow Witch who knows desire I harbor in my wounded heart, for she sparks passion of creative song inspired by love that Nature breathes through me.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings hymn of atheist spiritualism while following footsteps of William Wordsworth whose ghost lingers in the mountain vale.
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