Sensible Horizon

A new entry into the Fields of Arbol, inspired by my friend and muse, Mariya.


I want to see beyond the edge of the world
leaving behind the sensible horizon
to reach for all I ever wanted, all that haunted me
when a little girl, dreaming of where I would be
one day, when grown and owning my destiny.
The sun touches me and I feel it warm me.
The light like a lover's hands, never tired
of touching me to tell me of desire constant.
The heat, like earnest words and thoughts
given to me to bear me to the edge of the world,
to the sensible horizon, where there you wait.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.