My Horizon
My Horizon
This storm-swept sea,
The raging water beneath me,
Seems almost, to drag me down,
The red fire in the sky,
Bleeds across my horizon.
Solid land appears so far,
When we are apart,
Each passing moment,
Begs me to call out,
Your name, a simple exclamation,
Of pain, of joy,
Of homecoming exaltation.
This storm-swept sea,
The raging water beneath me,
Seems almost, to drown us all,
The burning inferno of a dying sun,
Bleeding heart, my horizon.
You are my shore,
You are my beacon,
Guide me home,
Return me safe,
Your name is hard to cry,
When water cascades over the side,
And blood red explodes across the evening sky.
And now, in the tired end,
An old man, in the dawn,
Walks the shore,
So long ago espied,
Through the glass of fate and time,
His sea, raging no more,
Along my horizon
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2020
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