The Runner

a runners high they call it
a fleeting dream
my dream
once drenched my body
slick with sweat
true euphoria it raced, coursed though my blood
floating, just out reach
an,elusive pure reward for all who fly

I ran, long legs flying
my breath, rhythmic deep and steady
in out, heel toe
as I suck in air, life
damp fingers grasping
for that dream
finally captured in willing hands

now, older worn and wounded by life
body betrayed, in mind and spirit
I struggle to walk this world
my path, my reason gone
no longer to fly through time and space

I remember still the rush air upon my skin
remember that high
that dream
the sweet taste lingers
even as I walk stooped, my gate slower
slower
slower
my breath now but a grown.

It is now for others this dream
their time to fly
still to chase that luminous gift
while I walk the swift current of my end
this dream is for the young
it is theirs to savor now.

my world has become heavy
dull tinged with sadness
and worth not my consideration nor care
time has evolved
yet,far away I can still hear
a young girls laughter rushing by