Mol

Sun

Watch the sunset.

See that golden orb shatter,

like an alchemist\'s cup,

filled with a poisonous glow.

 

The colours seep,

across the sky.

Ruby, ochre, vermillion,

poison the clouds of white.

 

See your dreams disappear,

disappear with the light.

Crushed under the weight,

of that precious, golden orb.

 

The sun brings a new dawn,

wanted or otherwise,

regardless.

The Sun.

 

It wakes me.

When I wish only to sleep,

to sleep.

To sleep,

and never wake.