moments gazing into
the horizon of life
questioning where to
go and when
feeling the life
inside awaking
not to go with those
who are lying
in wait for the
finite second coming
alert, laughing,
enjoying each breath
imagining where the
beyond might be
coming toward where
water and air meet
being the life on
the setting sun
as it dips below the
horizon inflamed
like the rise and
fall of a boat on the waves
crisp, cherished,
resolved to be stirring
each day going
higher, filled with hope
no more worries, no
more dread
believing that life
in truth never ends
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