O'er the horizon

A random jumble, cooked up during a Highway Engineering extra class.

Seeking, he sets out over the sandy sea
lured in by it's quiescent face, it's call, claim
of peace and wonders that await.
Yet miles in an endless line,
stretch out both forward and behind
while the bleak, stark beauty
of sun bleached sand threatens to blind
and all the while the thought lies heavy on his mind:
that that which he seeks, he is yet to find.
And she lies far off, across this arid ocean
somewhere yonder o'er the horizon
where the deep blue sky lovingly
caresses the dune sea.
Still out of reach-
yet suddenly so near!
Hands reach out to grasp-
- and fingers but close on empty sands.
Mirage! cruel taunt,
dastardly trickster of the eye;
and still she lies so far away
there where, in turn,
the sun-kissed dunes
softly kiss the sky.