The HorizonA Poem by emipoemiAcross the boundless distance lies a line, Within the line of sight to just be clear Enough to recognize the telltale sign Of its existence- blissful, bright, benign- Where earth and sky align then disappear. However, should we make attempts to near It, we bemused and dwindling in delight Find that, regardless of the time of year; Regardless of the routes on which we steer Ourselves; regardless even of our might And patience, at the furthest point of sight This wondrous wonder would forever stay, Amidst that mystic screen of solar light, Its transcendental entranceway shut tight, As though to keep we mortal souls at bay. Thus are we drawn to wonder day by day What wonder lies beyond this sight of bliss. Perhaps life’s mysteries are on display, Perhaps the once-upon-a-times we pay A visit to whene’er we reminisce; Perhaps we all along have thought amiss, And Heaven’s gates were never in the sky Amidst the stars, but are instead past this Sublimity fixed in an
endless kiss With land and sky, among what treasures lie Profoundly hidden from the naked eye. And yet to merely gaze at it is fine, For never need we wait until we die To find eternity- we also by That moment’s gaze may find it in this line. Though seen no longer at the day’s decline, ’Twill ever be a wonder most divine: The ever mystical Horizon Line. -EDP © 2018 emipoemiReviews
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