Ode to The Horizon
Oh untouchable boundary fix’d amidst A chord of sky and earthen tone A motionless string, when pluck’d it rings, The triumphant light, the birthing dawn. Oh technicolor rift, birthplace of myth, The panoramic womb, Those who thread such a narrow gate Go honor’d with robes on empyrean thrones. Oh first drawn line, the Genesis of time, Birthplace of creation, the heavenly mind. Source of highest height and depths below Drawing us hither to things ineffable Timeless stage of day and night Level’d edifice of eventuality. Liminal layer of perceptual symmetry. Funeral pyre for the daylight bloom Sliver’d gateway of the rising moon. Oh steadfast marker for ship and soul Standing fix’d, a perfect measure Lift our hearts to your wondrous creator Who awaits our bow with noetic treasure