The sun falls from fiery skies, it saturates the optics of my work weary eyes, with its warmth its glow of beatific boundaries it brings an everlasting surprise
The colours, they are  indescribable as they merge, my soul they caress, ambience rains as they purge, cars could speed by and I would just stand and watch from the grass verge
Beauty of existence it surrounds, it envelopes the pain and brings justice to insanity,                                                   the transition from dull and grey of the everyday norm into an iconic and and blistering vision of perfection could so easily tear a man from his armchair pack stuff into a bag and head for the hills, only to be seen atop some fan as the sun sets his shadow to the valley below
How could you not be astounded by the sheer magnitude of beauty and pleasure from our saviour, mother earth and nature, your eyes must be bleached by  man made fibres, by your resilience to accept never your role, as an integral part of the machinery of motion, the wheels that turn and the fires that burn
This mass of fusion you see it is the god of whom you speak the idol and prophet you seek, they are the dictator the population manipulator , the aggressor and the suppresser of life , it is they who give  and they who taketh away .
It was a great sunset , twas as if the Sahara plains had bared her riches for all to see
A frozen arctic sun splashed terrain it could so easily be
No justice in my words for the heavens you speak of were right there in front of my
Babylon my home, into  Elysium and I am free