Choir Of Lost Wanderers
Choir Of Lost Wanderers
© Surazeus
2026 04 27
To raise my hand against the roaring ocean
I search for sacred diamond of my heart
that spirals from core of the universe
so I can discern truth among the lies
which guides my journey from land of my birth
to visit every country on the Earth.
My heart may never settle in one land
or take root in rich soil beside some river,
since my ancestors never stayed for long
in any valley where their fruit trees bloom,
for someone always drives them from their land
so they wander on before they get stuck.
Before roots bind us to this fertile land,
so we are trapped in cage of paradise,
we pack our memories in wagon of hope
and journey onward down the signless road
to spin four wheels of fortune with tall tales
and find another vale to live a while.
Forever immigrant on restless feet,
fueled by incessant swirl of ocean waves,
as landless refugee driven away
by thieves who colonize farms my fathers built,
and pilfer fruit from trees my mothers tended,
I follow star of my heart far from Heaven.
Though I never feel at home in my country,
since every land where my ancestors dwell
becomes cemetery where they bones cry,
I plant fruit seeds on every river shore
to build ten thousand towns in fertile vales,
so my home becomes wherever I roam.
My body sprouts from sorrow of the Earth,
and my soul writhes from passion of the Sea,
as I weave wings from feathers of fallen angels
with mission to transcend bounds of my flesh,
inspired by luminous phantom of love,
so I explore the rich world till Death finds me.
My raised hand strums waves of the roaring ocean
that ring with vibrant music of lyre strings
so I can translate her maternal song
to verse in every language of the Earth
in hopes that homeless people of the world
may sing psalms in choir of lost wanderers.
Now every country in the world is mine
since I am home in every land I walk
for all the world is abode of my soul,
safe shelter where I nest with gracious strangers
who feed my heart for tales I sing to them,
then we bid farewell as I journey on.
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Orpheus tries to map journey of his ancestors from Scythia to Scotland to Oregon over the past one hundred thousand years in their endless search for home.
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