Horizons

The line recedes just out of reach
Always moving away into the distance
Seemingly just out of arms length
No matter how long we pursue.
The offing stretches out as far as can
Be seen, where at the edge of the world
Monsters lie in wait and warn the 
Wayward of their impending doom. 
As night closes in, the line disappears
Only to reappear in the new dawn
No difference in distance because
Half always remains, out where the
Clouds float and the sky meets the sea. 
The Horizon both elusive and deceptive
Shimmering into the ether, makes 
Promises with no intention to keep,
And lures brave souls, beckoning, travel on.  

Koneta 2023