The Dusky Horizon

He stands at the crossroads,
in a single moment of decision,
turning his head left to see
a smooth, well worn path
which has been tread upon
many times before.

He turns his head to the right
only to behold a treacherous road,
littered with obstacle and boundary alike,
overgrown with the weeds
of struggle and strife.

He turns his face ahead,
to face the straight on path,
and there he sees,
in his moment of decision,
the way he must journey forward.
For there, directly in front of him,
stands the dusky horizon,
where heaven touches earth,
and the two intertwine into one.

He smiles,
and with one last glance
to where he had come from,
he rises upon wings
of feathery silken white,
and flies forward
to meet the dusk,
to meet the horizon,
to meet his future.