The Horizon

Behind

the yellow sea and

the blue Sun,

past

the floating island

and inert yacht,

where zephyrean shores

are still,

there’s a horizon

quivering

in the knowledge

of infinity;
delivering nimbly
a possibility
of being more
than a hazy arc

that meets with nothing

but a limiting eye;

but nontheless,

eulogised;

without ends,
or abutment,

God-like,

no  shape, form or content

and yet,

incredibly
believed in.