I run, perhaps farther than I've ever run,
Across tall hills of golden grass into expanding
Dawn light.
Reaching where we were to meet
Is only on my mind
Running to the sun.
I stand, perplexed by the bright light
Of early morning
Piercing my eyes
I think you're here.
Running to the sun
I long to reach you:
Reaching where we were to meet
I miss you.
In running to you have I missed you?
I turn to the golden grass of the tall hills
There is darkness.
I turn to the light
Unimaginable its infinite path to our eyes
As you are unimaginable to mine
I run