The Horizon

I stood on the shore once

and watched universe's 

the most bewitching lie.

Two parallel worlds,

happy in unison

far, far away.

Away from 

the reality of the grounds,

Away from

all the questions and the doubts.

Far from 

the eyes of this too-certain a sphere,

they nurture 

their impossible affair.

And I,

standing at the shore,

marveled 

in their innocent love.

The grand consummation 

of the Quiet Sea and the Crimson Sun.

Watching them

in a glorious embrace

evening after evening,

oh such romance

spanning the skies,

had put my faith,

my hopeless hopes riding high

in the promise of impossible relations.

Rising above 

the shallow expectations of civilized institutions.

I travelled afar

in search of a perfected relation.

The mistake,

was not to fancy the illusion,

but to believe

it to become.

Stranded,

in the middle of the ocean,

in middle of this huge empty void,

The Sun, never turns crimson

And the Sea, is never as quiet.

The happy myth,

is never realized.

I shall, too, return

to the shore

where

The Horizon 

is made possible