Running for the Evening Sky
It seems these days all I do is run,
but maybe today I will change my pace.
I look around at my surroundings
and see a life thats waiting for me to slow down
to try and live.
I slow down, and I begin to feel,
emotions that have been dormant for so long.
I come in contact with people
Who would have only gotten a passing glance
in my mad dash,
For the Evening Sky.
I take a rest, and begin to see,
what my life has become without me.
My eyes catch a glimmering piece
sparkling in the rubble.
As my hand brushes across the smooth glass,
A rush of electricity floods my system
shocking me back to life.
As the glass slips from my hand
I take a breath,
I take a step,
I blink my eyes.
I begin to burn, my emotions returning.
I feel a stirring
when I see your face, so familiar.
Yet the feeling is new,
like a cold fire, or a winter aurora
it is beautiful and dangerous.
I take a step, and I begin to live.
I step, one, two, into your arms
I feel the lightning
I feel the safety and the smile crossing my face.
I stop running for the evening sky.