Endless

Upon the Southern Seas
I glance at the Horizon
at the horizon so deep
At the never ending sight
of Destruction
At the helm of all life-affairs
The passionate clouds kiss the whirlwind of sea

I glance
At the peaceful bliss in continuum
At the placidity of the deep waters that tread
In a slow rhythmic motion  
Where the lines of the sky
So dearly meets the eye
Distinguishable shades
At the brink of the horizon
Of yellows, blues, oranges and grays
A layer of mist belies the vision
A curtain of colour
A shadow of the setting sun
Sets me in despair

Continuity is in the mind vice done
For the eyes betray far less
Than the mind is able to portray
Not in tandem, with time or space
In continuum, in eternity
The horizon sinks in forever-ness
With the sea it mergers into the abyss  
But the eye forces it to end at a point
Only the mind has the power
of thoughts, of imagination
An infinity of emotion
Forever and omnipresence
Only the mind can make
an infinity out of our lives out of goods and bads,
Infinity of Happiness and of Mistakes.