boundaries

                The horizon seems close enough to touch, like the stars on a clear summer evening. A journey of one, maybe two days hike to the optimistic dreamer that I am. In reality, both are totally out of reach, illusions distorted by light, gravity and time, aggravated by the weakness of my vision.
                 I live in a world of separations. Light and darkness, left and right, up and down, in and out, life and death. My greatest efforts are at best, momentary and transitional. Foes are conquered, just to rise again; fears overcome, and then sneak back in. Mountains rise to block my path, sands flow to cover my steps. Rivers and Oceans conspire with Deserts and Jungles to keep me in my place.
                Still, I am eternally the dreamer, searching for answers when I don’t quite yet grasp the question. This completed picture lies somewhere just outside the realm of my understanding.  Even the effort of noble words echoing down an empty hallway, falling woefully short of their intended desire, can never substitute the action to which they aspire, for they carry neither the Grace nor Spirit of the unforgettable melody.
                 I push these boundaries and they push back with fiercer yet tender tenacity, keeping me ever secure, the mere servant of a greater, overwhelming plan. A momentary member of this cast ensemble. Minstrel, poet, pauper, prince, in the end, with only a precious breath left to give.