Once again I find my self sitting peering toward the horizon watching the world turn. Patiently waiting for the moment it will stop. Hoping that time will not blind me with it's grains of sand, that bury me in doubt with every passing second. The wind dances with the trees. Grabbing my eyes almost intentionally, to distract me from my view with no prevail.
Its at days end and I glance at the horizon. My stomach fills with butterflies, I see the sunset, she is beautiful! The light of the sunset falls on me sending chill's up my back. I look deeply in to her light, her eyes are breathtaking. I begin to walk toward her. Time stops as I feel the curves of the clouds against the palms of my hand. She seems so close, but like the line of the horizon she recedes the closer I walk to her.
I walked a hundred miles holding my heart in my hand. Falling with the sunset handing her my love. In return she only leaves a cracked heart from love fallen.
Night has come and my chance with her my sunset has gone. I lost the horizon but gained the night sky. With it my true love. A shooting star that has fallen for me.