THE HORIZON BEFORE ME

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

6^th September 2013

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