~ Across The Far Horizon ~
(To the uncertain expectations of Time and Personal consideration)
I see you sailing
Across the far horizon –
You put water to Oar.
When you embarked upon your destiny
And from that morning new
You said your stars were not fixed –
A broken course, you needed to mend.
On the shore, more inland it seems
The ruins of a Temple, long fallen down;
The remnants of stone and wood
Holding you fast, from where once you stood.
As you tried to piece together
What was left
Your vision crossed another Temple blest –
A work of passion, spirit and desire.
The form and shape, still in the process
Of rising and falling
As the plan was still forming
On either end, spires of green and blue.
A simple path, from door to Sea
Marked the ridges and shore, well-traveled
It had become; always sailing
Then resting for a while – the blocks you laid four to one.
Always you are drawn to a distant
Your desire and need
Often brings that chaos and dread.
On the ocean deep
You feel a calm
Alone and anchored
Yet you drift along.
In a circle of serendipities
The movement of waves
Makes you feel a sense of accomplishment
Yet only in circles do you run.
Time is a need or so it appears
To turn the night into day
Can you hold the Sun?
Run rabbit, run.
~ Finis ~
Frank L. DeSilva