a pale blue whisper
dancing on the horizon
singing a song of lost loves
of regrets and broken promises
the voice of reason
scolding the sun for going down
without understanding the strength it must have
to rise everyday with no choices
never looking back
there is no looking back in this life
nothing to fear
don't fear what's coming or ever has been
just endure
be prepared and not afraid
walk in an endless field and open your arms
hug the air
this is all you have, all you are
this could all be gone tomorrow
for all but the sun
which will continue to rise and set
as it has been taught
never afraid, but never prepared
feel the life run through your veins
breathe your first breath of fresh air
pure, untainted
stand at the horizon and see the world
for miles and years to come
hear the wind whisper to you
everything the sun must carry
it carries the weight of the world
'poor scared little human, you have yet to confront fear. be like the sun. carry the burden.'
'i sympathize poor sun. i carry the weight of my world. i am no longer scared. i have been to the horizon and back. i understand.'
that, right there.
lifts a piece of excess baggage
from the sun and carries it
to heaven
where all your fears will confront you
and then vanish
and leave you with
a pale blue whisper
dancing on the horizon
as the circle continues.
