Re-creation

Through woodland and forest
I run, I run,
The city dimming behind me.

Friends grow away
As I run and run,
My many skins shedding.

My scars erased
I run and run,
Myself falling from me.

In shadows, in lightning,
Now running, now slowing,
A batter against closed eyelids.

… pause… breathe…
Earthen colours
Sink through skin…

The birds have stopped their tales.
The wind has caught his breath.
Soaked in silence, waning…

When from the void
A voice invokes
My name.

© jsmorgane (Nov 09)

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