Dawn. Poem by Ripper Jones

I saw infinity the other day.
I stepped outside this aimless place
of unfulfilled desires.
I was apart from time.
I saw the gods, whose reality
was radiating from the nothing
in itself. Spectral beings with
no form or matter,
but pure thought, defying
arcane logic and existential angst.
It was the time of day when Aurora,
in this tiny piece of the universe,
was active. Like an angel
she mesmerised sleepy Helios
as he arose from his infernal bed.
A million fires energised
his chariot on its
diurnal passage refreshing
Earth’s soul. As the sun
gently adorned
the earth in yellow golden
hues with fields, trees,
and buildings providing the
decorations, wind machines
and pythons draped like fairy lights
on Christmas trees as they reflected
the glare creating the moment
of a marvellously surreal scene.