Sings Her First Song © Surazeus 2023 08 17 Because I almost forget that I exist I follow Alastor on mountain trail to find the empty tomb where poets sleep in living death of longing for the Muse who dwells in cave of dreams by singing sea with spells to enchant workers in the field. Entranced by tingling silentness of night, I walk in solitude of icy stars with longing for the fellowship of ghosts who gather in dark woods where moonlight glows to dance around winter-bare apple tree alone with spirits of the global dead. Though I watch shadow of her ancient steps, our common mother of this eerie world reveals strange records of ancestral souls to teach me secret of my human heart, so I mix words and dreams in potent brew that charms my mind with visions of desire. When I unveil her inmost sanctuary in eager hope to view her glorious face she sends fantastic sprites of twilight fear to blast my eyes with mysteries of the heart, so I exert ambitious quest for truth, but wake in deserted fane of her bones. How glorious shines eternal Mother Earth as spirit radiating beauty of stars from passionate core of each girl alive, for flame of joy glows clear in all their hearts with fertile craft to generate new life that lives in their children after they die. Across the rugged world of radiant lakes I pursue fleeting spirit of her beauty till in ancient cave by the roaring sea I kneel and cradle her skull in my hands to feel her dancing forever in wind, though she died twenty million years ago. Though I visited in quest for beauty awful ruins of every ancient city, I find eternal mother of mankind nowhere on Earth except inside my heart, for First Mother who created our souls lives awake this eerie hour in my heart. Roused from shock of my vision at dawn I savor cold white light of the gold moon whose lamp illuminates soul of First Mother awake in every human being alive who in our deepest dreams remembers when she stands on the beach and sings her first song.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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