Namer Of Things
© Surazeus
2018 04 21
At dawn with the rising of the gold sun
the girl walks out from the cave of shadows
and plucks ripe fruit from the tree by the stream
where she sits on the rock to watch it flow.
She makes noises with her mouth to express
feelings that shiver the flesh of her body
when she caresses each thing with her hands,
giving them names with the beat of her heart.
"Me, hand, fruit, rock, soil, tree, stream, wind, sky, sun,"
she sings, repeating the words she invents
dozens of times as she points to each thing,
then kneels in wet grass by the flowing stream.
Dipping her hands in the cool flowing water,
she drinks delicious sparkles of blue light,
then gazes at reflection of her face,
and pointing to herself exclaims, "Aman."
At dawn with the rising of the gold sun
Aman walks out from the cave of shadows
and plucks ripe fruit from the tree by the stream
where she stretches her arms to the cool wind.
"Aman reaches hand to pluck the sweet fruit.
Aman sits on the rock by the fruit tree.
Aman eats the fruit and watches stream flow.
Aman watches the sun glow in the sky."
© Surazeus
2018 04 21
At dawn with the rising of the gold sun
the girl walks out from the cave of shadows
and plucks ripe fruit from the tree by the stream
where she sits on the rock to watch it flow.
She makes noises with her mouth to express
feelings that shiver the flesh of her body
when she caresses each thing with her hands,
giving them names with the beat of her heart.
"Me, hand, fruit, rock, soil, tree, stream, wind, sky, sun,"
she sings, repeating the words she invents
dozens of times as she points to each thing,
then kneels in wet grass by the flowing stream.
Dipping her hands in the cool flowing water,
she drinks delicious sparkles of blue light,
then gazes at reflection of her face,
and pointing to herself exclaims, "Aman."
At dawn with the rising of the gold sun
Aman walks out from the cave of shadows
and plucks ripe fruit from the tree by the stream
where she stretches her arms to the cool wind.
"Aman reaches hand to pluck the sweet fruit.
Aman sits on the rock by the fruit tree.
Aman eats the fruit and watches stream flow.
Aman watches the sun glow in the sky."
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