Horizon

There is a dancing just ahead
a blinking hope for something.
No more than the loss of lingered dread
can cast the wanting from my head.

The hope for answers, tease me.
I fail to find the point.
Still there is nothing left aside
the changing of the lights.

Before this vision passes
I feel my eyes yet swell.
It is all just as well
for fleeting are my glances.

Nothing gained is not then lost
and nights worth keeping often tossed.
Oft in memory, once we had
the mind o're sadness often glossed.

I look to something in the future found.
Though never be acquired in hand.
The searching brings the truest happiness,
more valuable then all the revel sounds.