Just beyond the horizon, I say. Just beyond the horizon,
And then, I will reach you,
And then, I will be able to hug you again,
And then, I will finally be able to breathe again,
Just beyond the horizon.
They never mentioned that the horizon never ends,
It taunts me with its close proximity as I struggle to reach it,
So close that I could touch it, but so far that my feet ache as I run to meet it,
So far that hope wanes from my body to form a burden on my back,
So far, the horizon is so far away.
Maybe if I don’t reach the horizon, it will be ok,
Maybe I can somehow form twenty-six interchangeable letters into a memory,
And maybe I can somehow make that memory tangible again
Because I swear I can feel comfort as your touch crosses my mind,
And because I swear I can hear music as I think of your voice
Somewhere in the horizon.
Or maybe I’m just too broken,
Too broken to properly grasp the grave reality of the situation,
A reality that feels too rough, smells too raw, tastes too bitter,
A reality that was once my manna dew is now an apple above my lips and I am Tantalus,
And I was promised that once I got there I would see you,
But the horizon never ends.
Just beyond the horizon I hear you amongst the angels,
And I so long to join you, to be merry again, to feel glee,
Dear Lord, I am weary, and this day is bleak, and my heart hurts,
And it pains me to know that you are there,
But I am blocked by the soulless horizon.
Rivers cascade down my cheeks,
And I am afraid that I have lost because I am too weak to go on,
The Lord hath taught my hands to war, and my fingers to battle,
But I was not prepared for this fight,
I could not beat the horizon.
But one day—one day—I too will reach beyond the horizon,
My sorrows will go, my burdens won’t plague me, my heart will be whole,
I won’t know sorrows, I won’t know burdens, I won’t have a shattered heart,
Just beyond the horizon, I say. Just beyond the horizon.
One day I will see you again, just beyond the horizon.
(Dedicated to Lawrence E Drew)