I watch out my window and see the hot flames

Of a setting sun which is never ever tamed

It passes behind low clouds and shows haze

And them comes in front and I become dazed

By the fury which burns a hole in my chest

And with its fire - never comes to rest

Just as the ire and passion within me

Haunts me as I stay tied so to my tree

My arms pulled hard around and behind

As the pain which sears thru my mind

Binds me to this fuzzy old worn chair

And the fury within me makes me stare

At hard-edged clouds which hang there still

As much on fire as my mind is now drilled

Open - as grains of sand are poured in

And visions of dancing crabs now fling

Their pincers at friends who don't flinch

Neither do they give even one little inch 

For they see not the burning within me

As they are too occupied with being free

And so they should - for - after all

Sunsets really burn daily, and then cool



-Tristram