Rainbow Of Promise

Sitting here by a tired milestone,
And looking back,
I see silhouettes of our past
In curls of vibrant colours.

Over a gust of sigh, I hear
the whispers of love,
rustling of youthful leaves,
the soft touch of fingertips,
casual curls of your tresses,
the rubbing of shoulders,
the tired anticipation in your eyes,
the future of our past,
the emotions in my raw poetry.

We’ve been running the race,
not to win, not to lose
but we keep running.

The road ahead wobbles
where it meets the horizon,
and, there clears up a rainbow
of the old covenant promise.