Genius of Dawn's Rising
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Written on September 12, 2023
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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling dew, dripping
Over life, silencing the coolness – gentling
Each still, soft caress from yesterday
Before the moments crashed into themselves
Creating the day after, when I would stir
Free from the chains, a passion growing inside
Releasing truth, traveling through the doubts,
Into the moments when sunrise erases
Stardust and glistening moon bursts of nightfall,
Providing more of the music flowing
From spirit’s laughter, the rising
Promises in the waves – caressing the beach
Swiftly plummeting from the highest
Crests, where the embrace of sun shadows
Their graceful joys, the music spun
Into delicate hymns, sung to the skies
Who are bursting with the sunrise, the miracle
A new day who shares itself, its kindness
Beauty beyond telling – it is similar to a pleased artiste
Whose been told her work is lifelike,
A genius full of promise, working hope into
Its lines, through its hues, with vibrant praise
Rumbling through the strokes, singing gracefully,
Brilliance in whitecaps, sprays so impressive
They not only kiss the beach, but bring blessings
Into the spirit who sees, with these, surfs
Rising, toasting the trembling sands, shifting
Seas, breaking against the tender flesh of hope,
Energies in heated sighs, reckless and brave,
All at the same time…
Rolling across the landings, creating their own soft
Music, waltzing with the breeze, tenderly
Caressing moments in murmuring laughter,
Silence filled to the full with swelling waters who abide
In the glowing morning, softly waking the kindly
Surf song, the makings of a sandcastle
Emerges just over the knoll,
Peaking from beneath some toddler’s smile,
In a little while, only the memory
Will know of its passing, the sense of wonder
Forecasting all the heart’s fanciful feelings,
Breakers thrashing against the beach at high tide,
While the wind soars to its great heights,
Making even the turtles a part of the scene,
Where yesterday meets the briny cobalt, truth
Escapes just beyond the sea caps and stills
The heart who hears each wave touch down
An ocean’s perfect rhythm inside the shells,
Dwelling just outside our reach, there on the
Magnificent spray we always call the beach…
Oceans are more humble than mountains,
Yet more alive it seems – so breathlessly alive,
Seeking to destroy every fear, all the salty tears
Competing for their enthusiastic applause,
As they clap in the distance, setting the beach afire
With their raining promises of love and desire
It is here, among the scattering of delights –
The remains of a jellyfish, clearly still listening
Whispering sands, crabs and endless fish,
Thriving beneath the sea, erasing the doubts,
Reflecting all the calm that colors thoughts
With beautiful promises, praises, prayers…
Succulent discoveries, the ocean’s passion,
Sliding beneath shallow wells of memory,
Feelings blending with a flow of enthusiasm,
Waning sun who enchants the soul – fondling
The shore and remembering that here, on the beach –
Just beneath the choppy waters, lies a dream
Who retells the heart of love once born, never lost,
Forever growing on the spirit who sees that,
Despite the passage of time, there is still an ocean,
Sea of light, stilling the dark and glowing in the heart
Who simply believes – God’s great ability to create
Even this, the ocean who sings of contentment,
Serenity that is everlasting, lasting – riding waves
Throughout life – as dawn keeps rising, rising…
Waves, oceanic joy keeps surprising, energizing!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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