Stand-Still

Its a magical moment when the sun touches the sand,
Two very distant things caress.
All the laws of possibility dissipate.
And for a second you get to see reality the way it should be.

I wish I could start walking towards that beautiful orb,
And keep it hanging just above the earth.
Watch it dancing on the sand like a dew drop on a blade of grass.
Start moving fast.

Until the sunset no longer means tomorrow.
Just brilliant illumination
the realization
that time is really borrowed.

Start running.