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Light on a journey

Light on a journey

Tomorrow, things will be different, and they always are. Just never in quite the way we would think, despite our plans and hopes, wishes and dreams. Chasing the rainbow is never a good idea.


We followed the track
even though it was barely a memory,
overgrown in places
or a darker line on the grass,
a shadow.

We followed because of its meaning
as much as where it went.
The future I suppose, an idea to chase
Somewhere to go

different from the past.
Something you can reach out to
and almost touch
if you can only take the next step.

But it’s a step away, just out of reach
on the path, following the sunset
to the horizon if you walk too slowly.