Jamaica

In Jamaica the sunrise

Begins not long after closed eyes

But the eyes that are closed all miss out

It begins like a dream

In the eastern West Indies

Like gentle currents become waterspouts

There in the hours of predawn

When the whole world is peaceful

Comes the egg which first fosters the morn

Then for a moment that’s endless

If you keep your heart open

You can see a Jamaican day born

First there are soft steel drums

In the first purple feeling

Over an ocean with the history of time

Next like a timid young flower

Slowly petals fall open

And colors grow like the dance of a mime

But we are still just beginning

The transcendence still young

And emotion not yet in the scene

Like a rip tide can carry

The earth to the depths

The power of the sunrise falls between

And with the mighty strength

Of two great unseen hands

A majestic sun hurls its light in the air

Just a few potent colors

Teasing imagination

But yielding more rainbow with time

Hours pass unconsidered

During this gentle birth

With each moment like music just so

Until the realization

That the morning has come

From the womb of the night did it grow

And every second,

Every moment was captured alive

Just so as the open eyes see

In your mind, in your heart

Where your own spirit starts

Now it lives as a fond memory

MDM©

what a beautiful memory that is

Beautiful, you have just described the sunrise over Tralawny bay,Very good poem.

I was not far in Ocho Rios