The Unreached Day
The Unreached Day
Beyond the horizon’s quiet sigh,
Lies a day that slips goodbye,
Unreached by time, unseen by eyes,
A silent promise, a whispered lie.
It waits in dreams unspoken still,
A distant hope that bends at will,
Never grasped, forever near,
The unreached day, beyond all fear.
Yet in its absence, seeds are sown,
Of longing, truth, and journeys unknown,
In every dusk that slips away,
Lingers the charm of the unreached day.
@compassionateKitty7635
I really love this. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it feels like it's giving hope to the discovery of truth. I believe it's on the horizon. It's only a matter of time until logic and reasoning leads to its emergence. And perhaps it is coming from a place outside of time and reality itself, a fact that always was, that shapes the nature of things.