Sensible Horizon I want to see beyond the edge of the world leaving behind the sensible horizon to reach for all I ever wanted, all that haunted me when a child, dreaming of where I would be one day, when grown and owning my destiny. The sun touches me and I feel it warm me. The light like a lover's hands, never tired of touching me to tell me of desire constant. The heat, like earnest words and thoughts given to me to bear me to the edge of the world, to the sensible horizon, where there you wait. William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.