We watch the burning sky <br />as the setting sun warms <br />it just before night falls. <br />The crimson amongst the gold <br />where our dream lie <br />to be awoken in our hearts. <br /> <br />Beyond the horizon <br />where we always want to be. <br />We see the world there <br />as something we have not got. <br />The life we dream about <br />we know it lies there. <br /> <br />In the night, we reach out to touch the stars <br />knowing that if we touch them <br />all our wishes and dreams <br />will one day come true <br />in our tomorrow’s quest <br />down life’s road. <br /> <br />We keep walking to our sunset <br />never knowing when destiny <br />will take us to our dreams. <br />That paradise just beyond our imagination <br />where all things are possible <br />and some day will be. <br /> <br />10 May 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-amongst-the-gold/
