Horizon
is where the sky gently touches down to earth
and there in the obscure state between light and dark we meet
at the crossroad of heavenly and unholy
syllables mean nothing to the shakes of our hands and lingering of eyes
I highlight my love for you in blue, and paint your soul with stars
Stroke after stroke, supernovas overlapping until the canvas glows with your grace
But it wont hang in my empty room, it is too full of feeling
It would take up a whole field to take the weight of your love
so may your blue skies touch down on my green earth
the constellations of your grace brighten the skies of my soul
as you hang the silver sickle of our moon to guide my way
so I chase it when night replaces day
down and down the moon trails
down to the horizon, and I race to meet you
you travel, scolding the reins of the moon that only you could grasp
no trifling with the souls we call our own, because belong to each other
we race to exchange them, entwine them with each other
if only we could reach the horizon
