Horizon

She's out there, she's somewhere.
She's floating amongst the horizon of reality and the boundary of my imagination.
She's a rainbow in black and white,
she is passive, still, quiet.
She's an enigma carefully wound,
intricately woven, complicated.
She's the moon waiting for the sun to reach her,
warm her, make her shine.
Her heartbeat is the rhythm of a soft, small drum,
as it beats under her skin.
She won't ever cross the horizon,
she'll never see the sun,
her rainbow will stay in black and white,
until my life here is done.