I have always been deeply fascinated by these kinds of images, ever since I was a child. The traveler peers through the horizon but the sun doesn’t look happy. (Image taken from Wikipedia.)
In wandering steps, the traveler strides to see,
Beyond the horizon where dreams take flight,
Yet the sun, veiled in clouds, seems not to be
In joyous mood, its radiance held tight.
The traveler peers, seeking sights anew,
A vista vast, a world of untold tales,
Yet the sun’s visage wears a somber hue,
As if its glow in sorrow gently pales.
What secrets lie where the horizons blend,
What tales untold in shadows cast askew,
The traveler’s heart with wonder starts to bend,
As sun and sky share their melancholy view.
Oh, traveler, amidst this sun’s saddened gleam,
Find beauty still in every distant dream.
Quantum Quia 