Sand On The Beach

Sand On The Beach
© Surazeus
2025 03 19

The only comfort I feel in my bones 
while I lie prone on sunlit pebbled beach 
is knowing Death will crush me into sand 
with waves of time that flow across my soul, 
so I will arise and leave Innisfree 
with treasure I find in its glimmering core. 

My children scatter far across the world, 
blown by the winds of fate to distant lands, 
so I sit in lotus status of peace 
to float above the television tube 
and dream I sail the sea in fragile boat 
to find the sacred Isle of Avalon. 

Awake on iridescent sea of faith, 
with luminous phantom of wise insight 
designed by all my ancestors to guide me 
safe beyond the waste land of despair, 
I feel sad I must abandon strange land 
where we had lived for forty thousand years. 

My fears swell huge with each wild gust of wind 
that blows my boat across the shining sea 
till I snap awake in my present life 
two thousand years later in distant land 
where I record their journey toward the sky 
to find where the sun disappears each night. 

Browsing books of poetry in the store, 
near grand ivy league university 
which my ancestor signed the charter for, 
I search for stories of adversity 
recording heroic deeds of lost fools 
who teach oracle-writing in brick schools. 

My ancestors dream awake in my head 
so I record names and deeds of the dead, 
though too many vanish in silent wind 
before I can photograph their rich souls 
so now they wander in the Netherworld 
as faceless ghosts who call the cosmic herald. 

Returning to the sacred river vale 
where we first met ten thousand years ago, 
we talk about our plot to rule the world 
by hurling every monarch into Hell 
based on oracle of runes in the well 
that show us how to save democracy. 

My mother weaves my body from sunlight, 
yet leaves me memes that teach me to survive 
encoded in myths of stories she tells, 
then I search landscape of this world 
for soul mate to generate life from love 
before I dissolve to sand on the beach.