Herculean Oceans, Mounting The Saddle Of The Moon (6) Poem by Captain Cur

Herculean Oceans habitually bear
The weighty presence of their flowing might;
Soft winds coo them with fragrant lover's breath
Evoking ripples in the star drenched night,
At times mounting the saddle of the moon
Riding out the tides as they yawn and stretch,
Ever deeper they go in dark descent
In the bonds of the elements they share.
Perhaps the dozing sun has to contend
With waiting flowers eager to enter
His well lit home, smiling breaks his rest
Slowly opening his circular door.
The wind is busy flirting, oceans brood
Accustomed to a life of solitude;
Bringing their secret thoughts to fruition,
Harnessing their strength, binds that contain them
Loosening, fluid bodies of the sea
Quietly hungering for things out there
In the green landscapes of imaginings,
To fill this world and all its vacant tendencies.