Horizon Mine

The mist of the morning, on my blanket,
refuses to keep me asleep any more,
the mauve tones of the morning sky,
getting brighter by minutes that die,
the silent chills of the breeze,
calls me to wake up for the day,
my eyes look above at the morning star,
looking beyond the boundaries I carve,
I look to the sky and draw a line,
I call it horizon mine,
yours can be beyond,
even more beautiful,
it can be near or far than mine,
I draw the line till I can reach,
not  necessarily  to compete,
I drench my face with few dew drops,
wipe it out and look afresh,
I put my eyes on the line I draw,
to see the rising Sun approch,
my line goes fade with the brighter star,
I merge my line with the line of the Star!