Horizons by TheHen
The sun’s setting,
The mix of memories,
Intertwined with the warm colors,
Through sunrise and sunset,
Through the rising tide,
We ride,
Along the horizons.
Horizons are where land and sky merge,
Where the possibilities emerge,
There is not one horizon,
But infinite horizons.
Look afar,
And watch the gliding seagulls,
As they twist and turn and soar,
Along the horizons.
We see one line,
But maybe it’s just too fine,
Because beyond the horizon,
Lies unknown hope and faith.
We are mortal,
With lives that can die,
And fade away,
But if you wish,
If you try,
We can fly,
Along the horizons.
Our faces,
Pelted with the crashing waves,
And the howling wind,
But the horizons,
So beautiful,
The sunrise and set,
Illuminate the skies into something more.
The tears that leak from our eyes,
Not sorrow,
But joy,
The smiles that will be true,
After the sight,
It’s nothing like we’ve seen before,
Like the magnificent stars and endless skies,
But, something, just something more.
The blinding light,
It erases the night,
Horizons,
Are more than what meets the eye,
Like the glowing speck of life,
Yet so vast,
We feel like crying,
With smiles of the newfound unknown.
Walk along the shores,
And watch afar,
Beyond the seas and depths,
Beyond the shadows and people,
Our delight like the brightest light,
Stride through and try,
To fly above the skies,
Along the horizons.
Although we are filled with worries,
There's this presence,
That sways in the breeze,
Creeping along the unknown lands,
Calling a name,
That seems to be familar,
Yet impossible to place.
Maybe we just believe,
That we are submerged in what we perceive,
Maybe we all live in denial,
Of reality's truth.
I wish not to be with someone,
But with somewhere,
A place that is free,
With surreal scenery,
A place where I can watch,
The Sun,
At the crack of dawn,
The running fawns,
Grazing,
The looming mountains protecting,
The greenery,
The canyons,
The one canary,
Who sings its song,
Who makes me cry,
In sorrow and in joy,
I don't want to be with one,
I want to be with the setting sun,
The endless sky,
As I close my eyes,
And open my soul,
For I can trust the trees,
And listen to the rustling leaves.
Flourish in the deep scent,
Of spring's blossoms,
As the breeze whispers nature's name,
An elegant flight of drifting cranes,
No waiting for mere relent,
As trees bow to the critters along,
The choir of the sparrow's song,
The coming of April, June, and May,
And those souls who always pray.
Open air, no soul, no mind,
Drift away,
Away, away,
Before the blue,
Before the clouds bestowed upon,
Endless arrays.
No waiting for time,
Door of sublime,
I scream,
You dream,
Vast, vast,
Away, away,
First or last,
No matter.
Crimson streaks,
Dust, death reeks,
Burning, barren trees,
No such thing as free,
Run, run,
Away, away,
Inferno devours,
Ashen flowers.
Wall of glass,
Between Earth and Sky,
Reaching, grasping,
Yet no stars for clasping,
Banging, banging,
Against the glass,
Desperately trying,
Cracking, cracking,
Maybe it’s breaking,
I want to ride the clouds,
Fly, fly,
Away, away,
I wish to never stay.
Why, why,
Can’t I shatter these skies,
Take me away,
From this ground smitten decay,
I pray, pray,
Please, please,
I’ve been at it for years,
It’s forced me to tears,
Break away,
Away, away,
Just let me,
Shatter the skies.
Shatter this nightmare.