First Word Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 04 26

Though not yet born from silence of our hearts
she sings in heaving harmony of waves
that rise from lucid fire of ocean depths,
pale purple in thick lilac foam of fate
that blooms from bright unbroken bond of life
as Aphrodite with her star-bright eyes.

Her ocean breast that heaves with each deep breath
designs the primal song of aching hope
our hungry hearts still sing with unstained love
reborn again each day inside our hearts
as word of truth we sing with honest shame
that binds soul of the universe in us.

Bright tulips dancing in the mountain wind
call us to rise from graves of memory
and leave vast city maze of cement streets,
where twisted shadow of mute human souls
refuse to answer screaming telephones,
to swim in ocean waves of cleansing faith.

Though I am fleeting flame of consciousness
that glows brief hour from all eternity,
wild ocean waves preserve song of my voice
forever in each curl of foam on sparkling sand
since I am outcast from society
as morbid conscience of its hungry fear.

Trapped in frail fragments of the shattered mirror
that flashes bright with television shows,
I call to Aphrodite with storm voice
who rises singing from wild ocean waves
to pull me wriggling from her bloody womb
and wash me clean in moon-white waves of love.

Born from aromatic womb of the sea,
contrived from tangled coils of psychic genes,
I crawl on blistering sand of timeless faith
toward woman dancing on the giant shell
who forms my body from soil of the Earth
and breathes ethereal visions in my mouth.

She wakes in every human brain on Earth,
First Mother who rose from the swirling sea,
and sings her primal song of star-blind love
in every complex language humans speak
that all spring from the First Word of her heart
in sprawling tree of tongues programming songs.

Now every woman living on this globe
smiles at me with her original soul,
immortal goddess in each mortal girl,
so we hold hands and run down to the sea
to lie on sparkling sand and kiss with love
as lilac foaming waves wash over us.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Aphrodite dances in swirling ocean waves and sings primal song of human consciousness.

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