Sand On The Beach
© Surazeus
2025 03 19

The only comfort I feel in my bones
while I lie prone on sunlit pebbled beach
is knowing Death will crush me into sand
with waves of time that flow across my soul,
so I will arise and leave Innisfree
with treasure I find in its glimmering core.

My children scatter far across the world,
blown by the winds of fate to distant lands,
so I sit in lotus status of peace
to float above the television tube
and dream I sail the sea in fragile boat
to find the sacred Isle of Avalon.

Awake on iridescent sea of faith,
with luminous phantom of wise insight
designed by all my ancestors to guide me
safe beyond the waste land of despair,
I feel sad I must abandon strange land
where we had lived for forty thousand years.

My fears swell huge with each wild gust of wind
that blows my boat across the shining sea
till I snap awake in my present life
two thousand years later in distant land
where I record their journey toward the sky
to find where the sun disappears each night.

Browsing books of poetry in the store,
near grand ivy league university
which my ancestor signed the charter for,
I search for stories of adversity
recording heroic deeds of lost fools
who teach oracle-writing in brick schools.

My ancestors dream awake in my head
so I record names and deeds of the dead,
though too many vanish in silent wind
before I can photograph their rich souls
so now they wander in the Netherworld
as faceless ghosts who call the cosmic herald.

Returning to the sacred river vale
where we first met ten thousand years ago,
we talk about our plot to rule the world
by hurling every monarch into Hell
based on oracle of runes in the well
that show us how to save democracy.

My mother weaves my body from sunlight,
yet leaves me memes that teach me to survive
encoded in myths of stories she tells,
then I search landscape of this world
for soul mate to generate life from love
before I dissolve to sand on the beach.

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Orpheus and Ophelia relax on the sand in Miami Beach and drink root beer as their children play laughing in the sparkling waves.

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