Subconscious

The ornate ocean of purple foam
Flows through the arboreal accolades
Of seaweed forests among the turquoise
Sway of the lumbering ocean currents
Which follow through the periwinkle sky
And the pelicans and petrels fly in their whining
Serenades to the stars in the evening sheen of
Golden sunsets, cascading to the sublime shift of melancholy
Blue and red, to the purple setting sky
Beneath the horizon of musky dirt which
Spans as purple mountains above the sandy beach
Nigh that arboreal forest of seaweed
Which in the now darkening night fades
To a black world filled with the sharks and fish
Doing their dances among the crest of the sunlit
End, in the green flash of a perfect day
Upon the horizon of the ocean.