posted on Mar, 21 2007 @ 05:24 PM
Well I can't find my other poetry threads so I'll guess I'll start a new one.
Upon the horizon is that which man has feared most,
And that which man has coveted
For all eternity
For all time
For all life.
Ad mist the dark green colored blades of grass
Blowing beneath the wind
That curls into the sky
Is that which we have all wanted to see,
Over our heads exists that which
Taunts our existence,
That laughs at us
And yet loves us.
When will we be able to reach up,
Grab that which we have watched for so long,
And bring it down to our own level of being?
We have so far to go
And only heaven knows,
That the stars will always keep shining.