Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.
Paradise for my peepers.
Too many are sleepers.
But I yearn to see this daily.
Can’t put it more plainly.
Winds picks breaking serene.
I continue to feel supreme.
Watch as ripples turn to waves.
Taste the air as it invades.
Tears in my peepers well.
Beauty always does compel,
Breeds emotion and response.
Proof everyone has more than one chance.
For life is akin to the sea.
Upon it you can alter trajectory.
Do an about if you so choose.
Never invest in the idea you lose.
This scene is one that does inspire.
No need to back yourself into a mire.
Simply find your glory and keep it near.
No need to give in to what you fear.
Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 