A Million Different Horizons
A friendlyghost of a pastplaintive wistfulthe steam rising from a much enjoyed cup of coffeea piece of furnituresat in the cornera photo of a time in a framesomething from a different timebits of our yesterdaysthings we carry with ussmooth edges we caressconvincing usair was easier to breathethe sun was warmerand that tomorrow was a stranger best avoideda cold room we've yet to enterour past that familiar coatwarmsnugtaking the chill of today's cold wind awaythat comfy fitour thoughts of yesterdayas your yesterdays feelto youlike a door you recently shutthe handle still warm from your caressyet to methat era was just a week agowhilst my mine sits in a museumcolddustythings found printed in history bookswith black-and-white photosa different colour entirelya soft glowlike a dusky summer eveningthe pair of usstood on the same groundlooking backwards at a million different horizonsall of us certainthat was the best of ittime having slipped through both our fingersbut to a different placewhere the shadows stretch longand the golden light dimswe stand shoulder to shoulderas if; two ghosts to bewaiting for this current hourto turn into tomorrows good old daysthe days we haven’t learned to miss yetso we leave that door behind usstepping into the coolquiet air of nowreaching for the still warm latchof a tomorrow we’re finallyready to meet.