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Matanzas Blue Sunset

oceans are dreams (James watkins-april 2004) 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..



James watkins (April 2004)


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Taken on September 3, 2007