Yonder Horizon

By Yva Agcaoili

Where the westerlies meet the willow trees
And the yawning sun is warm,
Where the cool blue pools lap at our feet,
There, on yonder horizon.

The moss is soft where breezes play,
The sunbeams tickle our cheeks
And with the wind, we laugh all day
Over yon horizon.

The purple heron flies ashore,
While the egrets waltz among the stones.
The air is sweet, the yellow orb soars,
and a rainbow paints the horizon.

We tilt our heads, the sky winks its eyes,
in hues of violet and orange,
and dance among the daisy weeds
like afterglow diamonds.

We settle into our mossy beds
At the feet of the Willow King Green.
The waving stars kiss us all goodnight
Over yon horizon.

Then Sun is pulling up the sheets
Of a deep-sea sky and dew for the dawn;
and the stars are singing lullabies
Over yon horizon.

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Yva is an aspiring young Filipino writer who loves Jesus! In addition to writing poetry and stories, she likes to spend her time devouring books about not-so-brave-but-very-heroic heroes. She also loves her family and dog (and a cup of coffee).

Image Credit: Ezra Brubaker

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