Ocean Of Her Words

Ocean Of Her Words
© Surazeus
2026 09 11

The youthfully ancient face of my mother 
is the face of the land where I have dwelled 
millions of years in valley of her heart 
while climbing high to mountain of her head 
because her eyes are the moon and the sun 
and her mouth is the ocean of her words. 

With numberless children of fire-burned homes 
I walk along endless road of her legs 
and pluck ripe fruit from long trees of her arms 
while following wide river of her tears 
which nurtures bold wheat blooming from her breast 
till we swim deep in ocean of her words. 

Some people stay in the land of their birth 
one hundred thousand years of solitude, 
building homes on ruins of their homes, 
because our mother is face of the land 
that smiles with thunder and frowns with sunlight 
to hide their dreams from ocean of her words. 

Some people walk the signless road of hope 
far east to find where the bright sun is born, 
then west to find where the drowning sun dies, 
across the land from sea to shining sea 
through orchards of fruit and waste lands of thirst 
to sail across vast ocean of her words. 

In some lives I live alone in the woods 
where I invent language from songs of birds, 
and other lives I gather gangs of men 
in armies which I use to build empires, 
but always I have children, then I die, 
that sink downward in ocean of her words. 

In this life I am the wandering jester 
who maps whole history of humanity 
in epic tales of curious adventure 
to conjure virtual model of our world, 
casting spells of dreams in the Metaverse 
that shimmers runes in ocean of her words. 

Rain drenches ruins of my childhood home 
that vanishes in restless wind of nevertime 
so I build new home by the River Styx 
then play the Lyre of Mercury and sing 
confounding riddles of the antihero 
who leads lost souls to ocean of her words. 

My mother is always alive in me 
because she is the land that nurtures me, 
so I dance wild with innocent desire 
to transcend sorrow with pure ecstasy 
through shocking joy of psalm about how death 
dissolves my soul in ocean of her words.