a man finds the horizon

 

 

one day he drifted out to blue

he spoke always of nothing else 

for him I wished it might be true 

for him I wished and for myself 

 

relentless wind moved not a hair 

atop his head not glancing back

the sun, a blanket, held him there

the sun, his star, kept him on track

 

obsession I had heard around 

led him to his peculiar fate 

as minds fenced in by fear are bound

as mouths with unkind tongues will say 

 

he told me once when hope was frail

with eyes unfathomably free 

the Shangri La to which he’d sail

the Shangri La where sky meets sea

 

unwavering, his course was set

dry land dissolved without a trace

his boat a speck in surf and jet 

his boat which brought him to the place

 

the place long longed for now at last

just within reach of eager hands

the sea once soft for him held fast

the sea he stepped upon like land

 

whilst he stepped he did not doubt

nor question how he came to be

nor ponder how it came about

that he should walk upon the sea

 

his focus solely was the light 

intangible, his dream appeared

his hands closed in and held on tight

his soul was light, not once afeared

 

did he cease to be that day?

did water make his body free?

I'm almost sure he’s there to stay

beyond the blue where sky meets sea