It is so strange, the sun here never really sets
the light just creeps away
slowly and lazily
giving the darkness enough space
to sip into every place

Long gone are the glorious sunsets
explosions of fire and blood
golden light reflecting from the walls
that a moment ago were whitewashed
or purple paintings along the endless plains

Those sunsets live only in my dreams
memories of my birthplace
of the endless open spaces
where the death of the sun
is glorious and sudden

Lack of dust in the air
a cleaner, a purer atmosphere
the books explain it very clearly
in black and white and science

But no colors
No explosions
No gold, no blood, no imperial purple
No real sunset