Earthen Womb

Within her fecund womb; perches mine naive soul,

Brimming with desires. I swim thru' the bowl

Of panacea; the catholicon of time like a flurry,

Adorn mine window glass and burry 

All melancholic gangrenes of the past.

Below the layers of thickets; into the ivory dust,

Let mine breaths nestle in joy forever,

Midst a tryst with another brook, another river

That washes past my sins from bygone dales,

Purging the casket of my soul amid the gushing gales.

O the idol of charity; some words for thine

I must proclaim; the cerulean rendezvous benign

To mine eyes proffers me the reason to dance,

O'er thy bare chest and thy soothing countenance. 

For years as I've seen thou embower e'ery soul,

As I stood witness to those ludic moles

Celebrating their elfin lives in thy arms,

Drenched in the warm elixir of thy matriarchal charms.

Let e'ery palm surrender to thy calmness divine,

And worship neath thy aurora wearing thy shine.