Shy Sea Girl
© Surazeus
2019 02 22
Large wave-smoothed stones white on shimmering sand
contain rain light of every swirling cloud
to reveal strange wonder of being alive
which hurts deep as garrulous waves of truth.
Tearing her mute soul from depths of the land,
she beats her heart in rhythm with moon tide
that howls hopeful wind through her hollow cave
to reflect her face she thought was wild wraith.
How complicated with dramas of hope
we humans play expressive mask to hide
passionate desire to mate in cool cave
when hot sun strips all lies to leave us bare.
Young woman in large cave of steep sea cliff
roasts fish on flames and hums gentle-wave tune,
then looks up at quick shadow on gold sand,
hoping to see him return from his hunt.
Concerned he has failed to return three days,
she follows his footsteps to river shore
but hides in bushes at shouting of men,
and sees him locked inside large wagon cage.
Leaping from determined shadow of truth,
she twirls metal rod she forged on hot flames
and knocks ten slave-traders on fragile heads
who fall unconscious from blow of her wisdom.
Following instructions of man she loves,
she inserts key in lock to open doors
and frees forty slaves who dance on lush grass
then bow in worship before shy sea girl.
Sitting on large stone inside hollow cave,
she sips grape juice and watches people work
who proclaim her the savior of mankind
as they clap their hands and sing in moonlight.
© Surazeus
2019 02 22
Large wave-smoothed stones white on shimmering sand
contain rain light of every swirling cloud
to reveal strange wonder of being alive
which hurts deep as garrulous waves of truth.
Tearing her mute soul from depths of the land,
she beats her heart in rhythm with moon tide
that howls hopeful wind through her hollow cave
to reflect her face she thought was wild wraith.
How complicated with dramas of hope
we humans play expressive mask to hide
passionate desire to mate in cool cave
when hot sun strips all lies to leave us bare.
Young woman in large cave of steep sea cliff
roasts fish on flames and hums gentle-wave tune,
then looks up at quick shadow on gold sand,
hoping to see him return from his hunt.
Concerned he has failed to return three days,
she follows his footsteps to river shore
but hides in bushes at shouting of men,
and sees him locked inside large wagon cage.
Leaping from determined shadow of truth,
she twirls metal rod she forged on hot flames
and knocks ten slave-traders on fragile heads
who fall unconscious from blow of her wisdom.
Following instructions of man she loves,
she inserts key in lock to open doors
and frees forty slaves who dance on lush grass
then bow in worship before shy sea girl.
Sitting on large stone inside hollow cave,
she sips grape juice and watches people work
who proclaim her the savior of mankind
as they clap their hands and sing in moonlight.
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