I kneel at your feet,
oh mighty god, Helios,
honoured to be
on your marble plinth.
I bow in reverence - dare not gaze
at your crown of sunbeams
for too long.
Bronze was a material worthy
of you, though beneath the sky we are all
inferior. Your strength and your power we can
Is that why such distance is required
between our forms? Are there times
when you cannot bear to see us?
At sunset, a rainbow envelops you:
a myriad of colours you chose to
dazzle us with. Forever you will hold
a torch to the sky: to point out with pride
your kingdom and home; a symbol of hope and
your glory to your people, and the sight of you is