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It took years
I knew every bump and crack
In rain , fog , night or day
I ran to be running away

Found my second wind
air rthmically
going out , going in
mile after mile
constant as the waters
of the Nile

Later
while I was sitting
in my den
A wondrous feeling came over me
A high that elevates . . .
one that no drug can reach
I used to jog miles everyday and there many benefits to be gained from it . One was a joggers high , a physical high that cannot be touched by any other source .
I was once a pedestrian on Fayetteville
Highway , on a midnight jaunt down a dark
byway
With the North Star to reconnoiter my
trail
Struggling to get home fast
Destined to catch hell
Puppy love reared the head of Medusa
as the band played My Sharona
My date made it hard to think -
as I primped in front of the sink
The weight of a psychotic heart was a heavy load so I made a break for the open road
Wet grass doused my white jeans , my silk shirt reflected
moon beams , a killdeer chuckled at my quandary
Yet better to be alone than sorry*...
Copyright January 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Remaining true to ourselves
Is vital for our souls health.

By Lady R.F ©2017
You have not defined me
I do not dwell within the obvious
where you disregard the
potential of these transparent wings
i exist in wandering dimensions
that spiral unseen like
time in dark matter
dark does matter and i wear
this body like it was exposed
but born free
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/i-exist-unseen
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