Flight

I dream of running...and in
my dream my steps become
flight yet never
lose the
ground.

Sometimes I wake
mid-flight,
and hover in a world where
dreams are true and the
dawn of my reality is still so
far away.

I know there are only
fleeting moments
left...this world will fade and
leave me sleepless and short
of flight again.

In the morning I'll run...and
do my best to wish this
world to me.