Worshipping the Sun

It is pure religion after the day is done
To travel 10,000 miles to worship the sun
Brazed glowing skin is proof of the creed
And bibles of Collins, Cornwell and King to read
Hands to the sky to salute the circular lord
Only after bitter-blood-red wine is poured
Sun kissed beaches amongst the world's most prized
And a tale of a local tradition's demise
If happiness is a state of mind -
Euphoria is a wet dream in winter from a God being most kind.