Behind the Horizon

The luminosity emanating from the sun no longer blinded me.

I gazed at its reflection as it beamed down, glistening amongst the waves of life.

The fluctuating waves, rising and falling, take me to different depths.

Some waves feel familiar, just another point in time.

The sun is always there.

Thoughts and feelings radiate and arise, wandering up and amongst the clouds, dispersed by the wind into the vastness.

The sunlight fades as sombre clouds gather.

Drifting thoughts amongst the melancholy.

Darkness begins to fall.

The moon emerges from the depths of the clouds. Adrift, thoughts gravitate towards the earth, returning from the shore as they dance through the waves of life. Glistening.

The moon is always there.