...an abstract of "unsigned horizon"
The horizon stays unsigned,
a grey span that won’t take a mark.
The raft holds by its own inward pull,
nothing formal keeping it together...
while the world asks for a choice
it has no right to ask for...
The shore’s light keeps searching—
looking for a gap, a point to press—
The sun rises needing no agreement,
moving in its own slow way,
a gold that holds even as dark pushes —
heat that stays when the rest goes cold,
steady enough to keep
the raft in one piece.
Steady enough to keep the raft in peace.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: …abstracted from “unsigned horizon” to suit lyric vocals and music. May be niche but could most possibly be an acquired taste. 🕊️🙏🏻
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This is beautiful Cryptic it is vague enough to be taken many ways and metaphoric enough to add complexity to the interpretation yet it offers clues in the horizon that won't take a mark, and my mind wanders to dividing lines that are not clear and undefinable. The raft held together only by its inward cohesion. The second stanza enigmatic in what appears to be clearly stated words. Then there is the inevitability of the sun regardless of all else taking its own time. The line "A gold that holds even as dark pushes" is masterful in its introjection here that can refer to the sun but also wealth, greed, again having multiple meanings. And you use of the homophone piece and peace is a genius final touch. It is most interesting my friend that the subject (not meaning) for our poems is so similar today.
That is good tidings indeed, dear Soren. I shall see you there in that poem, next 🕊️🙏🏻
I like the poems angle in its message, much enjoyed
Thank you, Norman. Means a lot 🙏🏻🕊️
very welcome my friend
You continue to shine. I learn much from you!
Thank you, Katie B. Much appreciated🕊️🙏
Yes indeed, quite beautiful .. I just wish I could have turned the volume up .. a whole lot more & have it last longer .. Neville
arqios, reading this felt like sitting in that place where the world keeps asking for clarity you don’t owe it. That pressure to choose, to define, to resolve… and the quiet decision not to. There’s something deeply grounding in that. Powerful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write A.
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