Horizon Poem by Chance Foreman

I have seen the burnt amber
Of lost laughter
Lingering like the painted sun
Stained on a seeing collage of remembering when...

While the mythical birthplace
Of true perfection's last flaw
Runs naked
on the tightrope of the last horizon

It has left me bleeding
Tears of simple wonder
At how the oceans wrinkled hands
Keep, with nimble dignity, untying all the silly strings
Trying to anchor my terrified bare feet
To a beautifully imagined creaking ship.