An Adventure Contemplated

It was there

exciting every hair until they all stood perfectly on end

hoping to the edge of the horizon

to the very tip of the longest angel ray that emerged in brilliance from behind the mountain peaks

simply, hoping.

The road nearly lengthening,

an adventure anew with the sunrise,

yet it is a forbidden fruit,

dropped into the river leading beyond the horizon,

its rind still pristine, skin unscathed.

Bobbing and turning over itself,

it disappeared from sight.

And so, my pulse slowed, fever abated, fingers went numb.

Yet there is still a touch of blush in my pale cheeks and blue lips.

There is still a glint of the blinding sunrise scintillating in my eye.

Slight