it is shining
a line of light
bending, curving
but always returning
to its path
its destination
and we
behind
always chasing, following
but never able
to reach the origin
the goal
splitting
into individual streams
the colors
firing their way
back and forth
until eventually
they collide
with the farthest edge
the dark horizon
where it disappears
and we
again,
begin the journey
following a new wave