Odes, Spirit Of The Earth Poem by Captain Cur

O Spirit of the Earth, where do you dwell?
For I require your deep sustenance,
within the ancient rivers of your well,
beyond your grassy highland's green expanse,
beneath the mounting furor of your waves.
Come to me! I crave your highland greens,
your river swells, the fury
of your rising dawn's deadly deep romance.

Midnight sounds, the veil of your sister woods
drowning the retreating silence, heavy
under the dark shroud of your sightless hood,
listening, to the hills calling to the sea
with whispered kiss, sweat shivers on my skin;
I see contours, the shadow of their dance
making love as the moist sea travels wind
plush showers, the accepting lover’s glance
that burns me, most seductive of planets
I cannot contain my primordial sin.

Upon your utopian fields, grass thrives,
wind weaves between their pointing finger threads
flit and flutter directions to their lives
at night they lay upon their golden beds
and dream of morning clouds and drenching rains
charmed by trees of tall evergreens and red
blushing leaves that house birds and hidden hives
worker bees ignore throaty bird’s refrains
the grasslands meek; yet, stalk the mighty plains.

I dwell in beauty’s deep cavernous heart;
your mountains’ bold tempestuous seasons
and with each floating seed a newer start,
messengers of life, nomadic legions
rejuvenate my soul. I am in love
with every flower that embraces you
with the dewy scent of their maiden pride
tender mouthfuls, ripe, decadent to view
marginal ways with steep rock cliff cover
full exposed to the privilege of my eye
they grow inside you, their virgin lover.

O Spirit of the Earth, where do you dwell?
Are you without the massive starry nights?
Do you live beneath sunless waves of light?
I am confined within your orbits spell.