THE FAR HORIZONS

 

          I wrote a lot of poetry during my travelling days and this is the one that seems to sum it all up and gave me the title for this blog.

 

 

 

THE FAR HORIZONS

 

 

 

There is always a far horizon

 

A city yet to be seen

 

Always a distant landmark

 

A pasture of promised green

 

 

 

Eternal the soft voice calling

 

Come here! Go there! Move on!

 

Endless the lost soul searching

 

For what it does not know

 

 

 

Endless the lost soul searching

 

For what it cannot tell

 

Perhaps its love, or faith or hope

 

Perhaps its death or hell

 

 

 

And always the call is urging,

 

Insistent, Sweet, sublime

 

Perhaps the answer is waiting

 

Beyond the coming mile

 

 

 

Just round the approaching corner

 

Or over the barrier hill

 

Perhaps the answer is waiting

 

The quest at last fulfilled

 

 

 

But no, the road is empty

 

Another hill bars the way

 

The secret of life is elusive

 

It dances afar and astray

 

 

 

And there is always a far horizon

 

A city yet to be seen

 

Always a distant landmark

 

A pasture of promised green.

 

 

 

The pictures are of the Himalayas, the Forbidden city of Old Peking,,the shore temple of the Sun God at Konarak, for centuries a sailor’s landmark, and finally an English pasture