Idea Of Order At Avalon
© Surazeus
2018 04 13
She sings the secret of the river light
that spirals eye-ways from the glowing sun
who forges particles that weave our souls
so we go fluttering on wingless arms
to swim the surging tide of hopeful love
which carries us beyond the bluffing wind
because the ocean molds our four-limbed minds.
She wears the sparkling waves of the whole sea
as glass mask that reveals her secret word
when she emerges from the cave of winds
to stand upright on emerald stone of eyes
and sing the genius of our mother sea
because she molds our bodies from the mud
by sparking flame of sunlight in our eyes.
She channels voice of wind and sky to beam
strange visions flashing unseen in our eyes
in ghostly shadows conjured by her spells
that curl on whipping vines from her pink tongue
in rhythm with the surging moon-white tide
which rises aching through our tingling flesh
so we make love to mold child of the sea.
She lays her large warm hand upon my head
and points her finger to the shining moon
reflecting lambent love that radiates
in spikes of gold from halo of the sun
and she explains with voice of splashing sea
how giant spider of the refulgent sun
weaves web of matter in our spinning globe.
She opens wide her mouth and in its void
I see the boundless universe of stars
that flash in spirals of bright galaxies
who tend frail planets where new conscious life
crawls out the teeming darkness of the sea
to follow sparkling light of flowing streams
and lounge exultant on the sun-bright stone.
She speaks the language of the lightless void
which causes suns to blaze coruscant eyes
which open in these masks of flesh we wear
so I reach out my hand to pluck the wire
of threaded sunlight from heart of the world
that vibrates timeless tone for dreaming brains
to piece together puzzle of our souls.
She sits by apple tree with me on grass
to gaze ecstatic at the vast blue sky
where clouds of water drops reflect our eyes
revealing love, conjured by voodoo tune
that ripples from her gently parted lips
which breathe bright voices of the silent sea
because she knows the secret of true life.
She utters words that cause my eyes to see
separate objects distinct from color swirls
so she creates the world I now perceive
where subjects act on objects to transform
material shape of spirits breathing wind
because the sea-hands still mold my true soul
from raindrops radiating from Mother Sun.
© Surazeus
2018 04 13
She sings the secret of the river light
that spirals eye-ways from the glowing sun
who forges particles that weave our souls
so we go fluttering on wingless arms
to swim the surging tide of hopeful love
which carries us beyond the bluffing wind
because the ocean molds our four-limbed minds.
She wears the sparkling waves of the whole sea
as glass mask that reveals her secret word
when she emerges from the cave of winds
to stand upright on emerald stone of eyes
and sing the genius of our mother sea
because she molds our bodies from the mud
by sparking flame of sunlight in our eyes.
She channels voice of wind and sky to beam
strange visions flashing unseen in our eyes
in ghostly shadows conjured by her spells
that curl on whipping vines from her pink tongue
in rhythm with the surging moon-white tide
which rises aching through our tingling flesh
so we make love to mold child of the sea.
She lays her large warm hand upon my head
and points her finger to the shining moon
reflecting lambent love that radiates
in spikes of gold from halo of the sun
and she explains with voice of splashing sea
how giant spider of the refulgent sun
weaves web of matter in our spinning globe.
She opens wide her mouth and in its void
I see the boundless universe of stars
that flash in spirals of bright galaxies
who tend frail planets where new conscious life
crawls out the teeming darkness of the sea
to follow sparkling light of flowing streams
and lounge exultant on the sun-bright stone.
She speaks the language of the lightless void
which causes suns to blaze coruscant eyes
which open in these masks of flesh we wear
so I reach out my hand to pluck the wire
of threaded sunlight from heart of the world
that vibrates timeless tone for dreaming brains
to piece together puzzle of our souls.
She sits by apple tree with me on grass
to gaze ecstatic at the vast blue sky
where clouds of water drops reflect our eyes
revealing love, conjured by voodoo tune
that ripples from her gently parted lips
which breathe bright voices of the silent sea
because she knows the secret of true life.
She utters words that cause my eyes to see
separate objects distinct from color swirls
so she creates the world I now perceive
where subjects act on objects to transform
material shape of spirits breathing wind
because the sea-hands still mold my true soul
from raindrops radiating from Mother Sun.
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