Because I Took The Time To Stop And Look UpA Poem by PeteEvery sunset inspires me with the desire to go to a West as distant and as fair as that into which the sun goes down. - Thoreauthe last of the sun radiated through a congregation of clouds speaking in tongues preaching a resplendent, esoteric truth to my very soul the clouds were like swirling puffs of exhaled, vape smoke a divine incense a danceable song of the ages a revelation of angels, saints and prophets an eternal moment captured for hungry, wanting eyes swirling, curling, waving and wafting in nirvana's skies a crescendo of light painting the western horizon from a palette of deep, rich hues in a firey, nuclear explosion of fluorescent, purply magenta, fuschia and atomic scarlet a cornucopia of all manners and shades of crimson 'twas like an artful, masterful, impressionist painting a magnificent masterpiece hanging on the wall of my suddenly, not-so-little corner of the world a prism of heaven itself a gifted affluence a concert of kings filling my suddenly golden, paper cup simply because i took the time to stop and look up © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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