Subtle Winds Of Memory
© Surazeus
2025 08 19

Though subtle winds of Memory sweep the lyre
with rays of wisdom luminating truth,
I walk from exile of neglected faith
to bear the quivering beams of rectitude
that paint the flowers of entangled thoughts
with jeweled joy I buy through suffering.

Though morning light expands its timeless glow
on all that answers shimmer of its truth,
I wander lost in tangled woods of doubt
to find bright crystal of eternal hope
that fractures when I grasp its fragile beam
which animates anew my wayward heart.

Though I attempt to map the wilderness,
composed from swirl of wild ambitious sands,
I hope with eager consciousness of cause
to quote old universal laws of time
how Reason turns her dazzled eye away
from rapturous beauty of this changing world.

Though death chains pinions of my wildest thought
to set the cosmic laws of fate at naught,
I measure fantasy of Earth we love
with strictest eye of art forged from starlight
to swirl ethereal light of wordless souls
with radiant mystery of poetic charm.

Though I glide over Earth on zephyr wing
to conjure fruit trees from greed-wasted soil,
I land in broad elm, empress of vast hills,
my spirit surfeited with fancy state
recorded in sly idyls of our greener age
to live with instinct in survival mode.

Though first-born pulse moving in my mind
seems to narrow path of fortune I choose,
I dance in lonely vales of fertile faith,
unsullied by loud engine roar of cars,
to make Arcadia in my secret glade
beneath the star-crowned cliff of honesty.

Though garish guardians of the galaxy
map fabled valleys on Elysian isles,
I open gates of Eden for the world
to visit vast amusement park of God
who teaches us to dial tone of the spheres
where we play happy games with seraph wings.

Home of my childhood in small Texas town
burned down at strike of lightning in fierce storm,
so I lie unknown in lush empty lot
to ponder sweetness of this painful life,
when Memory sweeps electric strings of love
that vibrate radiant on lyre of my heart.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/08/…

Orpheus tries to record the eerie melodies of fate that vibrate from subtle winds of Memory when he strums strings of the cordial lyre of truth.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism