Saddest Song Of Love © Surazeus 2026 04 02 Though no one understands songs of her heart which seem like uncanny shrieks of night owls, she walks narrow trail among twisted beech, then gazes in green water of the creek to savor passion that glows in her heart that bloom as white bloodroot flowers from dirt. Opening envelope of thin wolf skin, she reads letter written by Lucifer with blood of angels on butterfly wings, then breathes shimmering emptiness of light that fills her heart with joy to be alive, so she sings enchanting song of respect. Stone by stone with gentle hands of thought she deconstructs illusion of the Self till she become dim shadow of her name that vanishes when the glass sun of time shatters on horizon of intellect, then dissipates in smoke from cottage hearths. Strange scent of wet leaves, pungent in night air, asserts aggressive pulse of wrangled hope that drives her to express in wordless tunes excessive wisdom of the hollow stone when she performs her saddest song of love that cracks foundation of theology. Shocked by the subtle shine of innocence on moon-ensilvered waters of the creek, she assembles new face of gracious trust from lithe prismatic waves of nothingness to wear as mask when she walks streets of town past strangers who all seem to know her name. Yet purple bergamot blossoms of truth unfold proportion of vivid desire designed to connect precious gratitude with ghosts of demons trapped in trunks of elms that swirl around her in celestial mist while she glides gracefully beyond her grave. Inevitable state of longsuffering good twangs harp strings sharp with subtle hollowness when star-eyed Seraph appears from her heart, so she remembers how we strive for good at cost of carelessness through flash of dawn based on reason of zestful agency. Curious about clones of her lost self that appear as silhouettes on grassy hill, she strolls columned cathedral of bright woods, suffused with slanting rays of divine light, and sings with harsh voice of sincerity that causes ghosts to shiver with desire.
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, April 2, 2026
Saddest Song Of Love
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Orpheus finds Ophelia by the creek in the woods and listens as she sings terrible tuneless psalms with heart-felt sincerity.
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