Horizon Line

Horizon Line

Stuck within
the confines of the horizon,
I wait,
tapping my fingers to
the chirps of birds in flight.

Shrouded in mists
and darkness,
I wait
for liquid gold rays
of light to filter through
the canopies
and awaken the forest
around me.

Drifting slowly with the
Sun in the sky,
I wait
for the inevitable night
to lay claim on
the earth once again.

Watching a storm siege the skies,
I wait,
watching flickers of lightning
and hearing the wails of the wind.

Finally leaving,
I wait
for the goodbyes of nature,
before I cross
the line of the horizon.