The fugitive

I have been a fugitive

from myself,

searching and scanning

wide and far  and looking across the

rainbow horizon of life’s dreams,

and seeing lots that I liked

but never being content

with the search itself

or what I found in the

rainbow at horizon’s end.

 

But now I must stop

being the fugitive and

and be instead the one

coming home to rest,

the one no longer

with a fugitive’s eyes,

but gazing now out across

the colours of horizon’s

change with peace.

 

21/3/2017

Advertisements