Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Chasing The Sun

Trapped in a tight space
High above the trouble
Chasing the sun
In the midnight rumble

It hangs just out of reach
It shouldn't be there
It's 10:00 at night
At least it is somewhere

The sun still hasn't moved
And I'm not getting any closer
Like a cat chasing its tail
I can only fall in frustration

I want to run towards it
To dance across the clouds and leap into the flame
I'll be safe there

3 comments:

Gina said...
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Gina said...

now there is a happy poem, a tangible possibility, Rambler!

A nice balmy afternoon, the gentle breeze at your back, you are jogging down the boardwalk...

:)