The Sun

Many eyes may see the same sunset,
Sending signals to their many brains,
Which will all register a visual impression,
All approximately the same.

But then it may happen,
One unexpected afternoon,
When you go outside,
After shuffling around,
In your room.

That that bright,
And awesomely magnificent light,
That pierces the gloom,
Of the darkest night;
That that glorious golden incandescent flame,
Will be unveiled to your eyes,
And breathe,
.... it’s Name.