As emerald beauty plays off the hues of a mid-summer sunset,
and the birds sing their goodnight notes,
I stare with eyes anew to all that the rain has washed clean.
And I think...
What wondrous things lay far beyond the horizon?
What is it that my eyes cannot see?
Is there something out there waiting to come into my view?
I know there are many things waiting to be explored,
and many places calling to me,
But where would I begin, and how would I get there?
I ask, for I cannot find my way.
I am lost.
Lost in some place in time,
where nothing exists but the longing to break free.
To see all that nature has created, and grasp it tight,
into my imagination,
and hold onto it before there is nothing left.
I look beyond the oceans into the twilight, to distant lands.
But it is only in my mind.
For I have never seen the oceans, they are but a dream.
A dream where the call of the waves beckon me,
to come and explore,
beyond that beautiful horizon,
and view what is waiting for me.
I free the latch of the cage I am in, and fly off.
Into that great beyond...
But alas, with the reaturn of reality,
I clear my mind of all the images I long to behold.
The emerald beauty is gone.
And the rain is falling once more. |
Submission Name: Great Beyond
