Let me keep the moments,
that trickle through my fingers,
like golden sand.
The rainbow,
fading out,
and disappearing
into the distant sky.
A thousand instants
on my journey,
that never ends.
Unless I hold onto
that rainbow,
and let the new one
pass me by.
Poem by Sigrun Guggenberger
image by Joseph Whipp - josephwhipp.tumblr.com