Crescent Beach Sunset Lines in the Sand BW

A New Day

(James Watkins)

 

A new day begins-

earthbound-

ethereal-

flying around.

 

Unseen mists of morning-

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.

 

Night comes full- birthed

With 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 winter stars-

regal, reigning,

galaxies unfurled.

Swirling, dancing destinies-

on anxious alien worlds.

 

Future hope through

eyes that long to see

guarded pathways of

Unbound 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