Vilano Beach Moon Rocks

not hdr-The moon rose last night just below Orion whose stars are in the upper right...that is Sirius on the mid, upper, right. I expanded the moon a little because it was about 80% full.

 

Jim Webb-The Moon's A Harsh Mistress

 

See her how she flies

Golden sails across the sky,

Close enough to touch

But careful if you try

Though she looks as warm as gold

The moon's a harsh mistress

The moon can be so cold..Jim Webb

 

Oceans are Dreams (James watkins) not hdr

 

Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall

beyond the conscious mind.

Vast volumed vaults transitioning-

rolling ridges ranging high.

 

Joined with all creation dance,

like liquid living beings-

quiet, dark depths of passion fire-

eternally careening.

 

Held in viscous vision,

caught between the separate worlds-

all heaven and earthy creature-

floating figured forms unfurled.

 

Ghosts-aglow and gaping-

gathered gremlins, timeless trails-

beyond all thought or reason-

hidden highways, watery veils.

 

Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-

casual commerce-bloody blades.

Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,

fevered fits in cavalcade.

 

Contrasts, calm and constant-

consumation, cold desire-

carefully crushed by eons,

in vile volcanic fire.

 

Down some corridor they creep-

until in rest revealed-

unto the doubting dreamers-

caustic children, filled with fear.

 

Decisioned paths of plans performed,

adrift in thoughtless themes.

Gathered golden wisdom,

wrapped in scientific schemes.

 

Predetermined, parliamentary,

railing posted parts prevail-

racked with frail-formed falsities

in fictional detail.

 

Loving lost the guide unseen

that rules the changeless world-

and brings us back to view the sea

in vision's vacuumed swirl.

 

Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,

an author, bold and bare-

for silence sake, stark stepping stones-

it's wealth unfolding fair.

 

Troll the tame and turning tide,

that flows in measured ebb.

Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy

in concentrated web.

 

Held hot the hidden history,

revealing holy fare-

formed fellowships and mysteries-

plain patterns painted there.

 

To see the unseen signature-

to touch the untouched realm-

to gaze at guardian glory, graced

by starred..Ascending..

Stair.

 

James watkins (April 2004)

 

 

Done