Horizons

In a younger day the horizon was near,
just over the next summer hill.
Then, with age to propel, it drifted away
as both dreams and horizons oft’ will.

Ideals, direction,
romance at times;
all these created the haze
that obscured the horizon,
creating the fog
behind which it hid from our gaze.

Now the day is much older, crisp and clear:-
for a moment  you wonder whether
the horizon is near, as it once truly was:-
then you both walk towards it, together.