Horizons Poem by Nicholas Peter

The waves crashed on the shore,
and the land and sea were one.

I stood there,
at the edge of the world,
and looked out.

My mother is the Earth,
and my father is the Sky,
to them only do I belong.

The horizon stood out,
pink and orange making love,
as the sun went to sleep.

I walked forward,
a son of nature and future,
and grasped the horizon.

He is mine,
and only can he belong to me,
for that horizon was a gift.

A gift of the Sun,
and the Stars,
and the Moon.

All walks of life are behind me,
and I can hold the horizon,
that was designed for,
me,
in my hands.

I raise him up,
victorious,
and scream.

All is me,
and I can be everything,
and everything can be me.

The world no longer frightens me,
for I have captured him,
the horizon of myself,
and we will roam the world,
making our mark in life.