The sunset at the edge of the world

I stood up high on a mountainside, among the rich and famous and looked out towards the waters that flow off the ends of the earth. My eyes drawn by a running star whose jet-stream pulls the horizon further east casting off waves of burnt clouds. At it's outer edges the sky is dark like charcoal with hints of steel blue ebbing towards an off-peach orange that caresses and cuddles with the dancing yellow-neon orange, at the center a blood red fluff beats unselfconsciously , putting to shame the reddest of roses. The sun dives off the edge into the endless universe, and the Sky takes it's time to fade to black, none rush it.

De-evolved dragons begging for money

Oh how far hath the serpent fallen-
To plastic bins on sidewalks,
In the hands of frightened strangers.
once they were feared broadly
And respected, divine-
Now they are coddled and kissethed.
Thiefs long ago stole their powerful arms and legs and fire.
They now lay on shoulders-
Comforting necks like expensive but uncomfortable fur,
coiling without striking, a postulation
They whisper their griefs(beg)
With fast forked tongued whispers-
To an uncaring breeze.

Fair stranger on a pier

She sat at the end of the pier
Staring out at the sea.
She wore a brown coat
Drapped in white flowers.
Meditating, her all gold bicycle
Smiles at the waves.
A stranger I met-
Carrying her sunny personallity
From warm place to warm place .
Adorning her ivory fur hat-
Whose hairs although dense
Flutter in the breeze-
she climbs onto the golden stalion
And with a kind good-bye wheeled
far away.

From sea to shiny sea

I have looked out into a sea more south and testify that the one closer to my home be as briny and maybe more beautiful . On the end of the pier I stand on wood just as hard,beneath a sun just as bright.The world contains many different things and replicas of replicas of things and each is unique in it's own sense,but none is loved more and less appreciated than that which we are most familiar.