The Path That Ended - Poem by Izobelle Pulgo
the horizon seemed within my grasp
and the blinding sun a welcoming embrace
for that moment, i was lost
lost in the warmth that caressed my face.
the birds of far away
all seemed so closer then
i could hear them talk among themselves
about places that i've never been.
oh yes, i have the eyes
to see the beauty despite the lies
to look at the world through the blue of the sky
and listen to the wind sing louder than my weary sigh.
if all could but stop
for a moment or two
for me to hold a little bit longer
what i had to let go.
to stare at the sky
and look for that star
remember the night
when my dream had died
and search for that
broken piece i lost along the way.
when the horizon would seem closest
and the burning sun glares
i never saw the path that ended
as the dark, endless sea
in their blank, lifeless stares.
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