I am a horizon, a glass ceiling

Something I can see but not quite reach

Generating power in sinusoidal waves,

There is always return

I hope to surrender.

I surrender to hope.

What to hold close when navigating reality?

There is you

There is me

And everything, nothing in between.

I am an asymptote, a utopia

Blinded by sight as I reach

Always falling towards something

Nearing the earth

The synchronicity of it all

Craving stillness in loss

Solace in grief

Light in darkness

Acceptance in rebirth.

A desire for home, yearning for congruency 

A beginning that is (from) an ending.