Here To Horizon Poem by Joe Bisicchia

My face to the morning mist,
again I misplace what I could see,
my little sailboat of dreams,
out there so close it had seemed,
but now somewhere adrift.

No matter how distant,
I shall stand here ashore to find it.
I shall face all that I have missed,
all that surely must exist
as sure as me, here.

I shall, as sure as time worth taking
and dreams worth making to set sail
this and everyday awaking,
no matter how much I may fail,
no matter how much forsaking,

I shall forever look out to sea
as if I owe it to myself to dream.




Published by FIVE: 2: ONE,2018