Again, I rarely post my own work online, but this one seems all to relevant today. Horizon, Altered Once upon a time, it was the future, The rim of a world where grass was greener. It was where tomorrow came from While we slept, and where today went Once we were done with it. It was where parallel lines finally met, Where the sky and sea compared blues. It was the entrance for clouds and their exit, Where storms brewed and the moon died. The place the birds vanished in autumn, Where butterflies arrived in spring, Where tall sails foretold the ship. It was the boundary of what we knew, The threshold of what we might learn. It was the tree line, the sea level, The hill top, the purple mountains’ majesty, The bowl of all we were, The vanishing point, The skyline. It was where the planes came from. It was what they took. Ted Taylor
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 18:37:06 +0000
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