California Coastal Looking South BW

A New Day

(James Watkins)

 

A new day begins-

earthbound-

ethereal-

flying around.

 

Unseen mists of morning-

of open ocean green,

blue spouted spray queens-

in darkened emerald dreams.

 

Violent moodiness of

ancient ocean floors.

Standing silent-

stopped-

by solid sentinel gray doors.

 

Open your ears and

hear the ancient song-

for we are a breath-

a whisper-

and then gone.

 

Gray white clouds in

measured morning light,

stretch forth ghostly hands

to distant horizon heights.

 

Flowing sands,

rich soft pillows rising,

foam waters rolled –

Reflectioned sweet-

blessings stormy,

and daggered deep.

 

Footpaths fallen-

though carefully called-

lie brooding-

waiting-

silently enthralled.

 

Come, full- birthed,

appearing quickly

thing of ancient beauty-

aging stars of light-

bright brilliant singing,

resisting evil night.

 

Bring your watchers

high and steep-

strong on hidden walls,

soft from winters sleep-

 

unchained mystic music-

mighty opening keys-

darkened dormant dominions-

breath of living wings.

 

Blown now by fire,

frenzied furnace hot-

desperate with desire,

of beauty that is not.

 

Frozen mountain stars-

regal, reigning,

galaxies unfurled.

Swirling, dancing destinies-

on anxious alien worlds.

 

Future hope through

eyes that can not see-

guarded pathways of

mundaned revelry.

 

Massive mountain darkness,

night mystery and pearl,

deadly wicked wonders,

no heavenly theme

imperiled.

 

Dying dreams-

sprung to life-

soon escaped

from winters white.

 

Ephemeral future-

celestially veiled,

tossed and lifeless,

embattled and assailed.

 

Come forth now,

by seasons force,

to plans of old-

now lend your voice.

 

Creation sounds,

that groan and sway,

walking free forever-

with joy,

for one more,

glorious

day.

 

James Watkins

Done