Song Of The Ocean Tides
© Surazeus
2025 12 19

Though the timeless song of the ocean tides
fades away into whisper of the breeze,
I still feel its resonance in my heart
echoed in harmony of my blood flow,
because so much depends on wave-smooth stones
that preserve the dreams of our long-dead gods.

The sturdy boat I built from fire-steamed planks,
on which I used to leap high surging waves,
now lies abandoned on sun-glistened sand,
gazing at me with forlorn eyes of hope
while I wither away with wordless age
and long to feel sting of wind on my cheeks.

Strange monsters with enormous shining eyes,
that lurk deep beneath sloshing waves of fate,
enraged I snare wriggling fish in my net
which I roast with crackling flames on the beach,
haunt my endless afternoons where I lie
weak and tired beneath the broad apple tree.

Prone on my back beneath sun-gold leaves,
I reach both withered hands up to dark clouds
whose shapes resemble monsters of the deep,
and relive timeless hours on surging waves
when I grappled fish with still-muscled arms,
and held them flopping in shell of my boat.

Once I stood tall in wave-tossed boat of faith
on loyal legs that navigated change,
but now I sit and gasp for breath of hope
in apple grove I bought with coins of gold
I earned selling fish in the market place
so my grandchildren play in paradise.

Twelve grandchildren, who play chase in the grove,
sprang from three sons I molded into men,
safe in lush garden of fruit trees and herbs
funded by monsters I caught from the deep,
so I built this heaven for my offspring
with wealth I earned wrestling demons in hell.

Through constant struggle of my wordless hope
in fierce battles against chaos of desire,
I earned my right to live in paradise
where my grandchildren may play without care,
safe from hungry monsters of the dark sea
that I slew with aggression of my hands.

Yet the timeless song of the ocean tides
still resonates in garden of my heart
so I hear monstrous roar of surging waves
which I translate to harmonious song
that vibrates from darkest depths of my soul
while my family listens with loving eyes.

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Orpheus visits the ancient fisherman Nereus where he lounges in retirement in his garden who tells him the names and personalities of each of his grandchildren who play chase in the apple grove.

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Passion To Live Free
© Surazeus
2025 12 18

Thoughtlessly singing to the faceless moon,
Tellus extends her arms to the red sky
and wonders why crows, not humans, can fly,
then asks the river to teach her his tune,
but he just flows away to the wild sea
without explaining how we can live free.

Startled by ache of sorrow in her voice,
Peneus emerges from cold river flow
and creeps toward shadow of the girl in snow
who explains to the deer freedom of choice,
then offers her pearl he found in the sea
and asks if she recalls how to live free.

Gazing with awe at pure light of the pearl,
Tellus dreams how souls spiral from God Eye
that knows everything real under Blue Sky,
and tries to measure nature of the swirl
to calculate surging tides in the sea
which energize our passion to live free.

Concerned his mate will choose another man
and generate new children from his soul,
Alpheus asserts dominance of his role
by explaining their shared domestic plan,
but Peneus wanders off to the wild sea,
determined to keep his own body free.

Attracted to Peneus with curly hair,
Tellus follows him to the jeweled cave,
though puzzled why Alpheus begins to rave,
and walks with him to explore everywhere,
then roasts fish she snares from the deep sea
while wind ghosts sing about how to live free.

Whistling as she gathers clams from the beach,
Tellus sees Flora dragged by rip tide,
so she paddles boat swift as spirit guide,
and pulls her on board with desperate reach
to rescue her soul from indifferent sea
in performance that shows how to live free.

Sad that Tellus chose someone else to love,
Alpheus tends Flora to restore her health,
then takes care of her with romantic stealth
till she gives him her heart in moonlit cove
where they make love by the adoring sea
in tandem with faith for how to live free.

Janus, son of Tellus and Peneus,
gathers strawberries from edge of the cliff
where he carves their story in figured glyph
for daughter of Flora and Alpheus,
Iris, who kisses him by the bright sea,
having learned secret for how to live free.

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Orpheus visits Janus and Iris in their jeweled cave by the sea where they place flowers around the four skulls of their parents in the holy shrine of faith.

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