Far away yet so close is the horizon…
Freedom is a state of mind—
feeling free, a state of being.
There is a place
under the sky,
beneath the stars,
underneath the shining sun,
where you will find me lying on the sand
beside the flowing water—
the place where I come to be,
to feel more free.
In wonder, I watch the flock take flight,
a dance of feathers against the light.
The murmuration, a spell that enchants my sight.
Far away yet so close is the horizon.
I often run away
to a place where I can melt with the horizon.
There, I can feel the gentle breeze,
and hear the water flowing with such ease.
The grasses sing with fragrance so sweet,
a place where my spirit feels complete.
My heart begins to bloom and grow—
beat by beat, like a river’s flow,
expanding like a full moon’s glow.
I smile – your loving eyes, so kind,
shine brighter than the stars aligned.
No other gaze beneath the sky,
could bring such joy or make me high.
Far away, yet so close is the horizon.
and life goes on,
until it’s time to cross the horizon.
I do not want to go back home—
not quite yet.
Sometimes, running is the way to be,
the way I learned to spread my wings,
to fly, to be more free.
“You silly girl!
How long can you dwell beside the shore
watching the horizon
before the body starts complaining,
shivering from cold,
ushering you to a shelter you call home?”
As long as I can,
I whisper to myself.
As long as I possibly can.