AFTER THE SUNSET

The golden bright colour disappears quick
Reddish orange and sick
Looking huge and close
Close enough to be hand picked
Slowly sinking into the western end
Making the seas look like its final destination
Then sealed is its transition by sounds from huge catholic bells

After the sunset,
The lizard lies prostrate…
Cooling its body its body with the night breeze
And unknown shadows disappear behind the trees
To the never before seen homes, the housefly leaves
Going with the setting sun are memories of the morning
And all it gives
Its successes and failures;
Its pros and cons
Protecting its secrets like the queen in chess

After the sunset,
Dormant ideas revive
Dead men are more alive
The war to survive for tomorrow begin
But they with fangs humbly draw first blood
Leaving behind for the next innocent sun,
The mutilated corpse

After three sunsets then comes me
After mine comes a dream
I formed the end of the first descendant beings
But the beginning of a mortal creating immortals
A dream they have long been waiting for
My future; our saviour
To set us free from a long fiscal failure

After the sunset,
All birds are gone
New ideas are born—
In our brain; the hospital
As they are stormed
The future is forever on
So in our homes, we sit
Thinking, no errors should be repeated
For the mistakes of yesterday are gone.