Never fail to look at the horizon. It holds more than you can see.

Red halos reflected in the windowsMake the grey sky open up in greeting.Instead of violent wavesslicing through the mistA pinkish hue softens them.Spring evenings that share arePasted over this midnight sailing.We each hold halogen bulbs,Distorting our imperfections,Reflecting what others want us to be.Lights on a ferry windowHiding what we don't want to see.