contre jour,
Look with me at this blue plain,
This expanse to be traversed.
Beyond this vast cerulean field,
Is the place to which I strive.
Look with me to that horizon,
That border between the sky and sea.
That distance kissed by moon and sun,
Is the place to which I aspire.
But gone where has that blue plain?
The earth afore me is but ten-pace.
This grey-toned ground I tread on now,
Seems to lead to no place sought.
O gone where has that horizon?
The earth and sky, they do not meet.
Smoke occludes the air and heavens,
I cannot find my yearnèd goal.
Curse this fate which stole the sky and sea,
And left me naught but smoke and gris
Literary: Lost Horizon
Look with me at this blue plain,
This expanse to be traversed.
Beyond this vast cerulean field,
Is the place to which I strive.
Look with me to that horizon,
That border between the sky and sea.
That distance kissed by moon and sun,
Is the place to which I aspire.
But gone where has that blue plain?
The earth afore me is but ten-pace.
This grey-toned ground I tread on now,
Seems to lead to no place sought.
O gone where has that horizon?
The earth and sky, they do not meet.
Smoke occludes the air and heavens,
I cannot find my yearnèd goal.
Curse this fate which stole the sky and sea,
And left me naught but smoke and gris
0 comments: