I long to see this new horizon
not too far ahead,
to be innocent again, naive again,
the undiscovered delight that is tomorrow.
I crave the hunger of a soft caress; the
the indescribable feeling of rapture, and the
thought of being that someone so dear.
I am thrilled within my soul to dare chance
I believe again, in fairy tales, in happy endings,
in life’s new promise.
And I ache for deeply to have again that uneasy fear
of losing someone for whom I care, to hold my breath
when I feel unsure, and to gasp in horror should
I cause pain.
I long to cherish the need, and the belonging, of being the
sole possession of another’s heart.
I desire trust.
The hallowed gift of love.
And I marvel at how kind life can be, how so forgiving
the years can become, and how the honesty of an
endearing sentiment, so effortlessly, can change a world.
I long for this new horizon, for the old one is far
behind me now.