Across the oceans and every mountain high,
Over the plains and hills and valleys that you might pass by;
The land ‘beyond’ the horizon lies.
The horizon orange during sunrise and red during sunset:
A silvery hue gradually takes over by evening-
The moon (beautiful as ever) appears in her silvery gown at night,
And sings her lullaby.
She sings about the land ‘beyond’: its peaceful and serene days and nights.
The orange horizon tells about the pleasant days;
However, the red horizon takes you back to the dark past of bloody wars: no wonder people (like you and me and everyone else), go down the memory lane: some happy, some sad
(Indeed sunsets are beautiful;
But within they hide pain: raw pain…)
Nobody knows how the land of beyond looks;
I also do wonder: (again, just like you and everyone else would wonder);
In which dimension is it situated: how does time move- fast or slow,
Is there any life or is it one of those lost lands: lost in the sands of time, in an eternal slumber;
Or it could be a mirror, reflecting things we see around us and we all will be there as well: doing what we do here (it’s a mirror of course)!
Truly ‘beyond’ is such a land, a land encompassed by mystery…
A deep mystery…a deep secret kept unknown for ages,
And still not known…..