Horizon

to watch the way your mind works
the way you show me the poetry
in the things I once saw as so flat and dull
the gears turn twisting and between them
I see the golden threads that pull together the loose pieces
I spent so long reaching for the horizon with the tip of my pen
that it shocked me when you drew a measured line
between my fingertips and the highest vault of the sky
and showed me just how close it really was