
Typewriter Series #2696 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the light,
we’ve called ourselves
from the beginning,
built a life around this.
Caught some,
from time to time,
borrowed moments to save,
memories frozen in
fading glow, in early morning
fog and late night stardust.
Chasers of the light,
and I stayed a half step
behind you. Maybe it was
light you were chasing,
eyes on the horizon,
watching it shift and fade,
alive and migratory,
but it was on you
my eyes were
locked.
All this time, I’ve
been chasing light,
all this time
I’ve been chasing
you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on August 14, 2019 16:40