The Thief Called Horizon

By: Faith Kelter

 

Over the sea he goes,

Over the sea he rides.

How could he leave our love behind,

For the changing of the tides?

 

Those voices are calling and crying

For the man whom they entrust their lives.

Why does he choose them over me

And leave my heart to the knives?

 

That wretched crook continues to cheer.

The thief continues to rob.

That criminal called the horizon

Delights in seeing my sad heart throb.

 

The sail must keep on blowing

With the wind ever at its back.

Once again the horizon has won

And my tears break through their crack.

 

Will he ever be with me again?

Shall the horizon allow him to be free?

What if my homeland takes claim of his head,

And he never comes home to me?

 

The days repeatedly come and go.

They pass with the time's unending length.

My sanity forces itself onward

And that takes all of my strength.

 

Some nights later, my candle slowly burns

With me alone in my room.

When suddenly some footsteps are heard

Like a ghost rising from its tomb.

 

The door has at last opened.

I feel my body begin to rise.

As it turns its way around,

I can not believe my eyes.

 

At last he has returned,

And as I run into his embrace,

I see behind my curtain of tears

My husband's darling face.

My ears drink in his loving vows.

My lips grow tender from his kiss.

The night may thankfully continue

In a swirl of love and bliss.

 

Tonight my love is home.

Tonight two shall become one.

He knows I will not let him leave again

Until at least the rising of the sun.

 

The morning has begun at last.

A day has made its brand new start.

I need not open my eyes just yet,

For I can see things with my heart.

 

His arms tie us together.

His skin is soft and warm.

I gently hold him ever so closer

And we each feel safe from harm.

 

At my side he sleeps like a babe,

And I give a laugh at the sight.

The thief called the horizon

Has temporarily ended its flight.

 

For I shall love this man forever,

And nothing can end this vow.

The horizon may win in the future,

But I am the victor for now.

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