Friday, 6 September 2013

The Horizon Before Me

Looking bleak and cold
Never knowing what the future may hold
But here I stand in anticipation that it will be
A wonderful happily future
Not cold, nothing held back
And all the past there on the rack
With no looking back
This ship, this vessel
Taking me to new places
Imaginary, un-imaginary
Real, surreal
The sky may look cold and uninviting
But then is it?
Before these eyes there is a wonder
A wonder that there is a future
Within the horizon before me
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
6th September 2013

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