Setting Suns
Awe struck, I stand motionless.
Above silver beams
Of penetrating light
Ring through Calumnious bells.
This beacon calls out
to enliven any onlooker
With its glorious marvels.
No finer painting hangs
On sterile museum walls.
The ephemeral majesty
Of every possible contrast
In natuture's most replete
Colors, stretches out,
overhead in perfect display.
How humbled beneath
This overwhelming cloudburst
My meager encasement seems
As I gaze on, skyward.
Significance is weighed
And I am found wanting,
Save for as the viewer
Of this brilliant view,
To participate in part
On such reflective grandeur.
This then is certainly enough
To give reason to rise
At the onset of everyday,
As long as I am able
To appreciate setting suns
Even in life's course.
Above silver beams
Of penetrating light
Ring through Calumnious bells.
This beacon calls out
to enliven any onlooker
With its glorious marvels.
No finer painting hangs
On sterile museum walls.
The ephemeral majesty
Of every possible contrast
In natuture's most replete
Colors, stretches out,
overhead in perfect display.
How humbled beneath
This overwhelming cloudburst
My meager encasement seems
As I gaze on, skyward.
Significance is weighed
And I am found wanting,
Save for as the viewer
Of this brilliant view,
To participate in part
On such reflective grandeur.
This then is certainly enough
To give reason to rise
At the onset of everyday,
As long as I am able
To appreciate setting suns
Even in life's course.
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