Horizons

The trick 
The trap 
Is to see the beautiful 
And the future 
These equivalents

The sun is setting 
At the moment 
Your eyes may look 
Like the next fifty years 
While they are only seeing 
Life right now 

The sound of your voice 
It's like years 
The last ten 
And scores ahead 
But you're saying something 
Not about the weather 
Nor promises 
Neither memories