Time

I glimpsed the back of Her head, as Time ran ahead of me.  Her hair trailed off within the wind behind her as the Sun raced along side Her steps.  A carefree intensity strums the air in Her wake.
If only I could ask her to sit down with me for a while, to watch the seconds sleep for a day or two.  We would lay on the ground and just gaze into the sky, watching the clouds retelling their stories.  How nice life would be, for a day or two.