Passion Of Her Aching Heart

Passion Of Her Aching Heart
© Surazeus
2023 08 12

Three thousand children on the road of lies 
stop in the forest of the laughing wolf 
to talk about why birds know how to fly, 
till none can wake at tolling of the bells 
that shatter walls of paradise at dawn 
to free the ghosts of gods who never die. 

The last child still alive at dawn of time 
decides to follow shore birds in sad wind 
that traces memory she could never have 
though she remembers hour of her first birth 
between slow subtle pulling of the moon 
and humming undertone of naked fear. 

Collecting tortoise eggs from shallow pools 
behind glass curtain of the flashing sun, 
she boils them in brass cauldron of desire 
and eats egg stew with mushrooms and red grapes 
that sparks strange energy of hopeless rage 
which fuels her rise from swirling waves of death. 

On long legs shining wet with tears of faith 
she walks in shadow of intense insight 
at vibrant pulsing of electric hills 
that bristle sharp with trees in eager wind 
to taste soft curving of gold ocean sand 
still pungent with sweet tang of restless love. 

This still-sharp memory of ancestral ghost 
awake in ancient mother of my genes 
glows bright behind each moment of my life 
to focus sharp perception of my mind 
on formal concept of each thing I see 
with brain programmed by her desire to live. 

Her wordless passion to breathe soul of light 
reverberates four hundred million years 
through each descendant from her brain to mine 
so I feel her world view with beams of lust 
compel my quest to transcend nothingness 
and stay awake with life against all odds. 

Her soul expands through every conscious brain 
so vision of her heart on humming beach 
glows bright in all eight billion human beings 
who see immortal goddess of our hope 
gleam bright in mirror of each eye we see 
for we are children of her lust to live. 

I see her face enormous as the sky 
still gazing down at me from glowing clouds 
as she smiles bright with joy of loving faith 
and teaches me to sing my thoughts in verse, 
so I walk road of life ten million years 
and sing with passion of her aching heart.