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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Rights Reserved
