In Sight

24 Dec

By the seaside,Each day, unlike the last.

The fog shifting, sand sifting

The water at once azure and green

Racing into the starlight; an endless horizon.

Beyond this horizon,

At the edge of reality and illusion

Hides within its facets,

A dream.

In all this laughter and all this cry,

There’s only one thing to do and that is try.

For great thinker of the burning cauldron

The dream is always there.

In sight, it lies within

The things that it would do.

The warmth of war; wild and smouldering.

Keeping alive.

Don’t lose sight, Its there.

The dream in touching range.

Gone; again.

The horizon too far to touch.

What of that beyond?


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