The horizon

The end of sight
The beginning of imagination
Purpose of the journey
End of the means

In the beginning all of life is a horizon
All is new
All must be explored
In a youthful frenzy we chase the setting sun
We are fearless, relentless
Each day we awake anew, plan in mind and energy abound.
Every night we drift asleep thinking of what we have found,
Dreaming of what we have yet to discover.

Family

Friends

Home

In time, we realize these things.
They are our earth, our wind, our north star.
With them, we push onward
Without them, we are lost.
In our eternal quest for the unknown,
To these, we will always return.

As life moves on, the horizons change
The challenges change
We spend more time patching the holes in our ship,
And less time plotting our course.
The waves beet us down,
The wind ceases to blow
The sun blurs our eyes
And we loose sight of that which we seek.

Life becomes survival
All is but to stay afloat.
Our thoughts are of the present
Our efforts aimed at today
We are lost without knowing

Then,
When all seems lost
As we resign ourselves to the storm
When the challenges seem insurmountable
And we have resigned ourselves to a cell with no windows
Life reminds us what we are struggling for.

The walls crumble,
The waves subside,
We are picked up by the hand of fate,
And shown our horizon once again.

We weep for that which we almost lost.

Never again.

------Howard