Like a gold bar
Perched on horizon’s edge
The promise of a new day rising
A wealth of potential
Infinite possibility
Perched on horizon’s edge
The promise of a new day rising
A wealth of potential
Infinite possibility
I am transported
To other worlds
To other dreams
To other insights
I learn my bounds
Then extend them
Beyond what I’d known
Or even dreamed possible
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest
Not the horizon
Where there is only
More water
And more land
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed