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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