Chase me through the trees,
Willow, pine, spruce,
All brushing my skin
More softly than any hands would.
Running arms out,
Open to the world
Trying to catch the happiness I feel
With every motion,
Every breath.
This is my imaginary joy,
The thrill of the run.
Chase me over exposed tree roots,
Bushes, flowers, anthills,
And call to me with that sweet voice of bells and autumn love.
The air whipping our hair into curls and knots
Cheeks red from the smiles
And the near onset of our exhaustion.
Chase me over hills,
Trying, trying, trying to catch up...
Chase me,
Because you know you can't catch me,
Because you know I'm as unattainable
As the sweet winter sun
Or the stars we've yet to count.
Chase me,
Because that's all you've ever known
And you know nothing but this action,
This fight for the impossible.
Chase me only to realize
That I'll never be caught.
