to marvel at nothing but a flat expanse
the rippling gaze of shining sun
the silent kiss of a silver moon
blinding the expanses
with light and its absence
so that as I step out onto the reflecting pool
I see my silhouette shrouded
by my past self
and the streaking comets
at yet what is still to come
staring out, I know quite not
where the earth greets the sky
the perception of the horizon
lost to the clutches of time
I know not where the compass points
yet as long as my heart wills to go
I will follow, into the great
Unknown