One Eternal Vibe Of Light
© Surazeus
2026 05 31

After I ride the slow afternoon train
among house-cluttered hills of lonely towns,
I walk shores of the ocean through my dreams
to feel the ebbing tide of life recede
with hoarse voice of the old sibilant song
that sparks electric self out of my heart.

When dust of Me becomes land of the globe,
which fascinates my eyes with slender light,
I wonder what name ancient people called
this river that reflects mask of my face,
since I still hear dirge of the ship-wrecked souls
who ask me for secret of global peace.

I merge my soul in drifting sand of change,
baffled by uncanny thoughts of desire
that lure me to find soulmate of my heart
who walks as distant shadow on the beach,
so I call out to them with plaintive cry
but I find they have become the Real Me.

Loud voices echo against trunks of pines
when thoughts my mouth projects recoil as fear
that bursts in peals of thunder over hills
with cold ironic laughter of false pride
so I extend my hand with trembling faith
to grasp elusive fish of timeless truth.

Strange essence of this whole beautiful world
eludes perception of my eager mind
to understand flash of cause and effect
when light reflecting off things I define
stings my heart with sweet shock of ecstasy
that we are one eternal vibe of light.

Star-eyed Ocean Mother within my heart
expresses riddles through analysis
to translate murmur of the mocking waves
refracting light through prism of my brain
because I contradict my alien self
beyond capricious attitude of faith.

Vast ocean breathes my swollen soul with faith
though I become invisible to eyes
of human scope expanding beyond code
programmed to bind safe haven of my heart,
because I am the new moon no one sees,
no more than subtle voice on evening breeze.

I drift at random on long road of life
but always find myself on ocean shore
where ghosts of my ancestors haunt my steps
because I follow path they blazed with hope
through fathomless workings of secret codes
expressed as aching dirge to accept death.

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Orpheus decides not to take the train back into town, and instead tries to live in the cave on the beach where humanity first sang dirges of faith.

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