Silent runner across midnight sands
The moon glows with silvery strands
Spreading to touch the crashing waves
On a sea of a million sailors graves
Now washing the footprints away
As he runs towards the city
Never daring to run in light of day
Going nowhere with strange oddity
Now heading down empty streets
With black corners of the night
Never fearing those he meets
People who are afraid of the light
No one asks where is he going to
Because no one knows he is there
A lonely highway he runs onto
Heading off into the middle of nowhere
copyright Chris Smith 21st December 2010
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