Fleeting Span Of Life
© Surazeus
2026 07 10

Though infinite flash days before my birth
and infinite mire days I rot in Earth,
I spend this fleeting span of life with you
beside our lake of dreams that shimmers blue
with dignity of love our bodies share
as flames of energy that writhe in air.

Though toil of hope our work-worn hands express
proves vain as too-brief glow of happiness,
we bind our hearts with contract to create
calm hours of peace by star-lit lake of fate
to savor pleasure of beauty that floats
almost changeless as time-revealing boats.

Though we have drifted far across the land
on signless roads unmapped by human hand,
we still are loath to linger in one place
too long, since generosity of grace
traps earnest travelers in paradise
where hearts get twisted by corrupting vice.

Though urgent passion to explore deep vales
drives our souls forward into blasting gales,
we like to dwell on sparkling river shore
to bake sweet barley bread by open door,
then drink tart wine in timeless twilight glow
to watch wild sparrows fly with Zephyr flow.

Though we would like to journey to the star
that lures our careless hearts to reach too far,
we will one day lie down on nursing grass
and sing without regret as our souls pass,
so, nameless Traveler, stop by this mound
where we are buried in the hungry ground.

Though you have far to go before bright sun
sets blazing on wild hills where swift deer run,
sit on this mound where our old bodies lie
and listen to proud evening crickets cry
mournful elegies for each conscious being
who lived and died in shadow of the wing.

Though I have vanished from long dream of Earth
as if my divine spirit beamed no worth,
my dreams recorded in riddles of verse
radiate as light across the universe
so yet-born children on this same lake shore
will hear my voice sing long-forgotten lore.

Though I stroll staffless down this endless road
on mission to pay Hades what I owed,
still hearty as I wither from old age,
my children play lyre of Phoebus on the stage
while slow Acheron bears my glowing soul
to Elysium after I play my role.

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Orpheus lingers on mound where Tethys and Oceanus lie buried, and plays lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale Saturnus composed about deeds of Uranus.

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