Whispers of the Sleeping Sky

With casual grace, he leans on the rail,
His eyes, like windows, unveil a tale,
The horizon before him, vast and wide,
Where dreams reside, unbound by stride.

He gazes upon the infinite expanse,
As his mind wanders in a dreamy trance,
Each wave that crashes, each cloud that drifts,
A reminder of time's gentle shifts.

The horizon, a symbol of endless desire,
A place where dreams may ignite and inspire,
He sees beyond boundaries, limitations fade,
Within his soul, a new world is made.

He ponders the choices, the paths yet unknown,
In his essence, the seeds of dreams are sown,
With every moment, his spirit takes flight,
As he stands in pockets, a beacon of light.

In this simple act, a profound truth lies,
A man in his core, seeking the skies,
For in his essence, a universe unfolds,
Where dreams and aspirations forever hold.

So let us embrace this tale so true,
And seek the horizons that call to me and you,
For like the man in his core, let us dare,
To explore, to dream, to discover what's there.