Horizon Seekers
A poem about those curious explorers in life
What do we see beyond the frosty windowpane? Seekers of the unknown travelers of the dark pilgrims of the improbable
What do we feel beyond the touch? electromagnetic addicts gravity prisoners voyagers in time’s mazes
What do we desire beyond the apple slice? The salvation of love the tender kiss of remorse the soft arms of forgiveness
What do we hear beyond the meadowlark’s song? The crickets symphony of truth the rustle of a lioness in the grass the creaking of volcano’s revival alas
What do we smell within the morning dew? The hollow chatter of industrialization the candied embers of chalk equation revelations the primrose blooming fragrance
What are we looking for beyond those horizons? Truths that bury themselves in myths lost rivers, now dried, or supernovae remnants, that hide
What face do we see in yesterday’s mausoleum? The plight in cosmic maelstroms night in galaxies merged fright in the heat death eulogy heard
What are we searching for? In the drunken lines of poets in the splattered blood of artisans in the scribbled madness of physicists
What do we miss along the endless stretch of highways? in the heart of lovers cracked broken by the clocks never to bring their lost ones back.
Will we ever discover immortality? sooner or later to reveal that fleeting truth, beyond the doorway of reality
What do you think, will be our final question before the eternal night?
© Bradley J Nordell 2020
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