Someone had lit the horizon on fire.
Out on the ocean it glowed,
Burning back the heavy ghost of the sky.

With weak orange it bounced under the clouds
Cutting a swath,
lava beneath an icy glacier.

Ferociously it struck through the gloom
To fire my imagination.
I knew waves that danced in sun
and vast distances, the world stretched to fill them.

Beneath the shade
the sun had reached me
And I'd reached back.