Beyond the Horizon

In a dream

I am there, beyond the horizon

Living a life I never knew.

It was a life spent side by side with someone I loved. Friends and family, acquainted and found anew, bearing witness to the brightness of our being. A life spent in the streets and among the people, the essence of the land and our love filled my heart with joy… and gave me the strength to let go. As I drifted away, I thought to myself how far away from where I had been.

Several times over in the recounting of my years had I begun again. Each time fading far from view, each whispered story silent in it’s own end, and now its difficult to remember the beginning of it.

Recalling my reverie, I had imagined worlds beyond my own and thought myself a part of each. I had given myself to the illusion. Fantasies of cities by the sea, flowered streets and carnivals, brisk, high-collared nights and cement lined parks. Brilliant skies above, gentle earth below…

Flawed, inadequate in myself, my life offered to so many hands. I often balanced thoughts of who I knew myself to be and who I thought I could be, silly with every thought of which way things might have gone. It hadn’t really mattered. I was never really there.

Of course, I will begin again. Perhaps I will find my own home. An ember from ash, a fire reborn.

I hope in this candle-borne flame on this moonless night. Light my way, lead me to that land beyond.