“I miss the days I would run and run
Towards golden hour, golden rush,
To see the sun set in the horizon,
Always, to me, so mesmerizing.
I miss the days I would run and run
To spot the first light of moon after the sun,
And see the stars align and alight
Ready to, my dreams, catch.
I miss the days I would run and run
Towards the night sky in hopes to hunt
Down the star with my name on it,
So I could, forever and ever, hold on to it.
I miss the days I would run and run
To let my mind wander in wonderful dreams
And let my heart believe all will end well,
For, when the end came, I would be able to save myself…”
Ana