Running

Dancing so hard to touch the tips of rainbows
and discover the stars it hides
explode in the eyes,
find the night sky full of their light,
running so fast to catch a dream,
dare to hold it until it drips its magic
over the toes, the heart and brain.

It’s the little steps
that are taken with laughter,
sealing the day in an envelope of joy,
sent as mail by the eyes,
which others receive and feel as magic
making their own lives
look for fireworks to explode in the air
where they otherwise only find
nothing special to dazzling the mind.

Racing through places some never walk,
sensing the music from every color of life
leave its stain upon the heart,
so you can go from walking on concrete
to chasing clouds
ever so alive and full of hope
from the feel of a wind blowing across the face
having the power to refresh
until you can believe there are pots of gold
in every step taking.