The Horizon is Clear

The Horizon is Clear :: 14 October, 2012 :: 8:43:49 PMSometimes when I write poems, short or long, they come unbidden out of nowhere, almost as though they have already been written.

They appear fully formed, like those scenes in movies when people are writing a letter, or in their journal, and the handwritten words are superimposed over another image (usually the sky, or a montage of evocative imagery accompanied by grandiose film score), gradually appearing as though a ghostly hand is writing them. This poem was one of those.

I think I must have seen a golden sunset in a blue, blue sky that day. I can almost remember it.

It’s about love of course, a passionate love that will rise above anything, in spite of everything, in spite of the fact that it might die, that we, the lovers might die—and still it burns, and still we hope.

The horizon is clear
and halcyon blue
spring lightly
hand in hand
and fleet like deer, dear
we may race fast enough
to catch the glorious sun
and burn in its fire, and burn.