Temple Of Your Heart
Temple Of Your Heart
© Surazeus
2025 09 07
If I lie back on soft excessive grass
to contemplate process of growing love,
I might discover absence of your ghost
beside me under canopy of hope
because we walk together on one road
going the same direction throughout life.
Though love begins with passion of desire,
and cools at reality of shared needs,
we achieve solidarity through trust
as we work together gathering food
to share rich treasures garnered from the Earth
when we protect each other every day.
Sometimes we travel back and forth through time
in constant loops of spiral-wound respect
that binds our hearts with rich coincidence
as we perform characteristic roles
refining persona masks through which
we express secret energy of love.
Each day when I emerge from mist of dream
I think about strange beauty of your face
which radiates from loyal core of your heart
as spirit-warming glow of honesty
when we give each other constructive gifts
on which we build safe haven of our love.
Whenever you are absent from my sight
while you venture beyond scope of my eyes,
my heart aches with courteous anxiety
that flashes vivid visions in my mind
depicting ways you suffer harm from fate
so I breathe deep to ease dramatic fear.
Sharp dazzle of bright sunlight on the lake
lures my wild heart in timeless trance of trust
to stage assertive ritual of insight
based on principles of constructive force
through strict attention to ingenious plans
for feeding people with fresh food I bring.
Thus I have built this sturdy shelf from oak
with broad solidity of stocky strength
where you can organize your cooking ware,
made of bowls, plates, utensils, pots, and pans,
to support functions of your kitchen work
where you prepare meals for the dining hall.
To aid intensive labor of your hands
preparing nutritious meals of respect,
I attend creative acts you perform
with quick assistance of my steady love
to bring articles for items you need
so all feast well in temple of your heart.
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on stage in Temple of Zeus while Ophelia cooks meals that nymphs of Artemis bear to tables where travelers feast while watching the show.
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