The cusp of freedom beckons
as you gaze on new horizons.
the anchor of familiarity
compels no more
The richness of your presence
and the present of your love
are gone forever from the ones
who's presence you abhor.
They didn't recognize the treasure
while it dwelled within their
midst
they didn't see the light which banished
darkness from their eyes and lips
My fondest hope is for
the new horizons that you see
to be within the sphere
which limits my reality
Perhaps the gray malaise
will find itself transported
to the realm
from whence
you came.
Inspired by a g+ post by Uma Venkatraman
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