Like a Promise

Night breezes blow in gently
tempting the morrow to come
and come it shall....
like a promise

Knowing the day will relentlessly follow the night
comforts her
Knowing the night provides the peace of respite
after the long days spent
chasing
and
running
Her anxiety adjourns
for sacred slumbered hours so pristine and  precious

Chasing what?
Running to or from....what?

Running to keep from standing
still
For in the still moments
she is free to recall
the past
the void
the ache
the sad memories...

In the chase, she moves towards an end
that never appears
In the fevered cantor of the run
she feels the fleeting freedom
she seeks so strongly
yet can not gift herself

Breaking the ribbon of the finish line
first, alone
puzzled to have reached it
once again
She hesitates... scans her sector
checks her pulse
ties her frayed laces and is off
once more
no one there to cheer her on
no one there
no cheer

no one

Running to the morrow
back in the chase
Seeking that promise of the
new day
Always seeking

Knowing it will come again

she runs....