Moment Of Lost Time
© Surazeus
2026 06 13

Now that I am halfway through my life tale,
I want to walk with you on the dirt path
around the lake where summer breezes blow,
and take photographs of your graceful soul
to preserve this moment of our lost time
so our image will remain though we die.

Concerned about the price of tangerines
that gleam with waterdrops on the store shelf,
we weigh advantages of eating fruit
in contrast to expending hours of hope
researching variant types of meadow birds
who seem to know our final resting place.

Distraught by stories in the daily news
about women and children who escape
bombs that deconstruct their family homes,
we turn the television off at sunset
and stroll about the quiet neighborhood,
waving to every person who drives by.

My favorite mural in town of Pompeii,
painted on thermopolium cafe,
shows graceful Nereid with curly hair
riding blue Hippocampus with fish tail
while strumming golden lyre of Mercury,
for you are incarnation of her soul.

Agathodaemon slithering in my heart,
with jeweled eyes that know the universe,
flutters rainbow feathers along its spine
as she protects sacred space of our home
where we dwell safe from mobs of hungry souls
who clamor for salvation from stone gods.

To open crystal portal door of faith
and slip back in time to when we first meet
so we can avoid our too-tragic fate,
we sit together on the river shore
and talk about philosophy of being
as if we are still Phoebus and Carmenta.

Wearing masks of the Singer and the Sibyl,
we perform play we wrote about their lives
on the outdoor stage in the city park
where people gather every Sabbath day
to celebrate birth of Zarathia
we build from ruins of America.

Once romantic play of our lives is done,
and all the ravens in the writhing oaks
have flown beyond fake walls of paradise,
we board small boat of skulls that Charon rows
to glide across the oil-black River Styx
and live forever in Elysium.

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Orpheus finds Phoebus and Carmenta wandering in the meadow of Elysium, so he invites them to his temple where they study the murals of Pompeii.

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