Pale ochre light leaked out from half shut shades, lazily reflecting off the blackened brick walls of the ally to cast eerie, ever shifting patterns across the network of broken stones. She walked, or attempted to, as her legs begged to run, or at least jog through the horrid place to get into the suns fading light. Yet as frightened and quick as her little heart beat in her chest, she forcibly kept her pace to a quick step. This was not the first time walking through the scant, dirt encrusted area of town.

There is a tree
That I like to see
It is strong under the sun
But it can not run
For it is bound
To the ground

IV
“Don’t you dare,” I breathed. “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare.”
As if by magic, he bolted into a sitting position, hacking away.
First, I couldn’t speak. Second, I launched myself at him for a hug-tackle. Third, I stopped short and screamed in terror. Fourth, I followed through on my second impulse, throwing my arms around him like a sister. Fifth, I smacked him with a breathless, “Wygate, you’re alive what happened how could you scare me like that I’m—going—to—kill—you!”

Running underwater like a dream while you're awake.

No one tells you how to, but you do it anyway.

all day, all night, its like subaquatic flight. the water's not too cold, and the sun is not too bright.

When you're running, Flying, Faking it but making it alright, the flight is as easy as can be,

just start running underwater and come dream along with me.

We're running over water, and i finally can see.

that when running underwater try to never fall asleep.

**Inspired by another dream I had, about two years ago... I never forgot it. It needed to be written down, in some form...**

Slip away in darkness
while I hold off the dawn
hide among the tall rocks
and our flesh is stone for now.

Running, running, hiding, weeping
Dawn is coming, light is breaking
over the crest of the valley
We watch from the mountains, from rocks
and we know time is slipping.

No! Run away! Flee far with the night,
I will hold off the dawn
I will stay here and fight
I would rather die than see morning,
fall dead here than live tomorrow,
far away.

My legs long to run,
my heart longs to beat,
I yearn for the feeling,
of lifting off my feet

My voice longs to sing,
my ears long to hear
the song of the wild,
that is calling so near

My soul longs to soar
above rolling hills,
I wish I could wander
and climb trees at will

I know that I must
follow my spirit, away
and live with the land
till the end of my days.