Horizon's Pull

Soul Poetry



Horizon beckons
far off----away

where promises promise
that better day.


With fingertips
I trace that line

across an ocean
of salted wine.


from tiny sips

as the glassy surface
presses parted lips.


On distant shore
I take mental note-

If I plunged in
would I sink...or float?


Dare I take
that final dive?

Where death swallows a soul

already drowned alive...





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