When we looked into the horizon, so deep
and sunken into the setting sun, we could
almost see the world turning. Like pages
after pages of a story in the wind; like curious
eyes and heads when they hear familiar voices
calling from behind: to encourage them,
to remind them, to give them the hope
they’ve lost somewhere along the way –
the hope that slid so deep down
into the abyss of hopelessness:
gone, hushed, clambering below the horizon.
But somehow today, as we stood,
we felt we finally found a fragment of our dream again –
so precious and incomplete, made so beautiful
and heavy that we can only hold onto it together.
How lucky am I to have you by my side.
