The dream into the imagination of man,

Bring us to unknown worlds of great distances,  

Unlike our very own and to wondrous

Reaching my hands up to the sky,
Blocking the sun from your eye.

Giving warmth from the cold,
Offering something strong to

I sat upon the seawall

its haunches

weathered grey

and marveled at the August sun

which bore a golden ray

The screeching seagulls

played

Beautiful you!

What is natural beauty? Is it the pictures that we canvas in our mind?
Is it the perfection that comes from

DAWNWATCH

First a hint

and then a glimmer

drifting across a slow sky-

Dawn begins. A tint

dyeing the stars to dimmer

points