Searching the Horizon

All this talk about Falling

                     About Failing

My finger points to the Horizon

                 Where the sun’s Risin’

I float up above the Clouds

                   Above the Noise

I travel Towards my Destination

                               My Explanation

I have landed in your Arms

                          In your Eyes

Sometimes I sleep all Day

            Dreaming Evermore

I plan in my head a Revolution

                        Find the Solution

My mind leaps from its somber Silence

                                   I walk out the Door

I’m in the sky once Again

        Closing another Door

~Angelle

Searching the Horizon 2001©Angelle Cook

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