Horizon

Hope for a new day
takes root
as the sun fades
and its last shards
of glory
unfold in wonder.
 
I can see you
in the colors
and my breath is still.
A sea of grass
becomes my bed
where I watch
the dawn of Night
and think of your smile.
 
Maybe someday
will be tonight.
Or maybe tomorrow.
My hand is on the horizon –
I can almost reach you.

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