Seas of Fire

A poem describing the beauty of fall.

Crimson red light
cast out from the horizon
as the skies golden jewel
falls beyound the glowing mountains

And thus the sky is masked in bleak nothingness
but in doing so with its last breath
the great beauty shines
a veiled silver lantern, dying

From the shadows rises a white lord
emiting pure glory below.
Its presence echoed by that around it,
as if they were broken shards of its form.

And at every turn the light is ressurected
each spectacle of birth and death unique
yet overlooked by the thousands
who would watch in awe as the bright gems faded,
If only they would watch and see.

the blinding display
would leave them speechless
If only moments were taken to look