A horizon was taken.

A horizon was lost.

Not by my past,

but Progress, Dear One.

Yet a window still opens between

two grand builds;

That displays trees, clouds and

sky beyond.

Yet I miss the horizon of the

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

North and West,

Where the weather coursed,

Where distant Towers and

aquamarine caressed.

But there will be others,

my heart says;

Others that are grander,

Others wider and more

beautiful still:

To the Horizons new and

Horizons yet to come;

Each one more breath-taking

than the last.