Setting Sun

The sun penetrates my skin, sweat

drips down my neck, soaks my shirt - 

is this race finally done?

The struggle is over and what is accomplished?

Four years of running successfully completed, 

the scars and bruises,

scratches from thorn bushes all

there to prove it. 

Time was an object I tossed and tore,

fumbling it in my fingers like a pencil

waiting for break...

longing to taste the sweet water on my lips.

Precious little did I know that time would grow wings 

and fly through my fingers, with no warning.

A waterfall of desperation 

for answers to questions...

A step into the mysterious wilderness:

unknown journeys, life changing experiences - 

as the sun sets into the cool of night, 

up into the dark sky of shining stars.