Chasing Light
How long will I spend chasing the light?—-
I ponder this question as I gaze the golden crowned clouds outside
my window. The sun canvases her beautiful light upon the empty clouds.
Five thousand feet above ground, a new beauty, a blessing of sight, known only to the people on this flight.
Sunset.
How long will I spend chasing the light?—-
Her golden ambers grab my gaze, entrancing me with her beauty. It’s all
I’ve ever wanted, the sensation of this sunset. The sight that beholds me
in this moment, right now. She’s the only thing I want in my life. “You’re all
I’d ever need,” I tell myself. The fool I am, listening to drunken desires.
Dusk.
How long will I spend chasing the light?—-
lt seems like I’m matching speeds. But ever so slightly she slips from my
grip, and begins to disappear in the distance. Her golden grace dances
into the horizon ahead, slowly, leaving me. As she strays, the darkness
around me slowly encloses. Engulfing whatever vision of mine remained,
until she shows no more. The colorful canvased clouds wiped clean, now
all I see is black.
Night.
How long will I spend chasing the light?—-
I ponder again this question, watching the blinking light outside.
How long will I spend chasing her in the dark? The sparkling sunset I
saw in her once, now wiped to distant memories of my past. Do I spend
my life chasing the golder girl she was before? I know she wouldn’t be
the same. Should I trail behind until I catch up? Or turn around to see the
next sunrise. A decision needs to be made.
Dawn.
How long will I spend chasing the light?—-
Why waste my time chasing someone I knew in the past? Someone
who’s now a figure of my imagination. When there’s something better for
me waiting on the horizon. I don’t want to drag out my evening, spending
extra time in attempts to capture a sight I won’t see again. But rather turn
around, and look forward to the new light that lays ahead.
Sunrise.