Nightrun

The long hill
beckons to me,
its very heighth
tantalizes me,
my pounding legs
move in painless strides,
i am as the wind,
the road is an easy treadmill
and the sky, the sky,
has no color,
and the hill has no end
i tread the infinite
bathed in puzzling light,

and then i wake,
and it was all just a dream,
a dream within a dream. . .

2007