Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Horizon

Far beyond the horizon i see,
lie my dreams, my fantasy,
yet so uncertain the path i follow,
vague roadsigns, promises hollow.

Pass i many a meadow,
those tempting springs,
the flowers that glow,
-nature's bait, they call me n lure,
and I stray, when I resist nomore.

Come back I on the path again,
nomore of those pleasures vain,
stumbling, falling, even if I may,
witness shall be the sun of the day,
when i'll reach the horizon i see,
and realize my dreams, my fantasy.