Odes, Spirit Of The Earth

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.