CHASING THE HORIZON.. a poem

“I am not now, nor shall I ever be,

Sated with this life of philosophy!”

Those were the last words I thought I would hear

Whispered from the lips of the one I held dear.

Woman Statue
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Then a palpable change settled in the room,

And I wondered aloud, “Could this be our doom?”

And a miracle happened, there before my eyes,

As the body before me started to rise.

Not from some ill-fated ghostly-formed force

No, this was the willingness of quite another source.

Stunned, though I be, as I stood there in wonder,

I couldn’t help but smile at the small clap of thunder.

Thunder, Weather, Storm, Sky, Cloud
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You see, a storm had been raging outside,

As if in this room, where I gazed full of pride.

She then lay back down, content and enlightened.

With her last words she smiled – “I’ll be chasing the horizon!”

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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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