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