Free writing: You run

You are faraway, and when I stretch my hands towards you, you move out of reach. Your shadow flickers over my empty hands and I am left staring at the patch of earth where you once stood. You move too fast for me. I strain my ears to hear you but only faint whispers reach my ears. I am left with your memory growing cold. The sun steals away, and night slowly creeps across the sky. In darkness there are no shadows, no light and it is only the absence of stars that guides me along your path. I think you run along the edge, where the sky meets the earth, blotting out the stars.
I will lose sight of you one day. Already, pain shoots through my ankles, and a hand seems to grab hold of my heart. Sweat pours down my forehead, my breath grows short. I can not run forever, I can not keep up with you. You never look back. Do you know that I am following you?
I can not remember when I first fell in love with you. It must have happened in the space of a moment, because you never stay still. When I think about it, I wonder how I fell in love. I only got a blurred sense of a pair of dark eyes, a lithe form sprinting across the earth, dark hair tussled by the wind. I fell in love with a blurred impression.
If we stopped to talk, if you heeded my cries, what would we talk about? I have travelled across countries, through lands filled with people with long necks and curly hair, lands of short necks and braided hair, lands of wide hips, lands of narrow hips, lands where tyrants, kings and politicians vie for power. Through all those places I have followed you. I have seen deserts, snow-capped mountains, beaches and I have forded streams. I have climbed over rocks, the sun scorching my back, and tripped across snow-filled crevices. I have caused avalanches and stampedes.
Would we talk of those places? I don't believe that you stopped to see anything. You wouldn't know about the women with hollow bellies, or seen the corspes shrouded in flies.
I don't know why you run. Perhaps it is your nature to run, without seeing or hearing. Do you have eyes - or did I just imagine those lovely dark eyes? Do you have ears to hear?
If you don't hear and see, what chance do I have? With what will I make you see me, hear me. How will I tell you off my love? How can you find me?
What thing are you, that runs and doesn't see or hear? I catch a glimpse of your shadow, springing across rocks, skittering across the surface of puddles and you look to me to be human. But perhaps you are not human, perhaps you are com from some long-forgotten fey race that once peopled the earth - the last faerie or sprite. Perhaps you are an animal, perhaps a visitor from a distant world.
Now we have reached the navel of the world. It is a valley, nestled between hills, where the sky stoops to meet the earth. It is a place of magic, where many worlds fold into one space, where magic brightens the air . Here I catch a falling star, a fragment of the heavens, that tumbles from above into the palm of my hand. It melts at my touch, into a golden vapour.
You stop, for the first time. I see you before me. The rain begins to fall, it falls upon your bare head, drips down your brow, down your sightless eyes, across your unfeeling lips. Do you see the rain - do you feel it?
You reach with your hands to the sky. You hands are long, your fingers elegant and delicate. You reach to the sky, and grabbing hold of some invisible, dark strand of it, you hoist yourself into the heavens.
My heart breaks, my hands tremble, my eyes water as I see you leave, as I see you leap into the sky. You pause a moment, perhaps contemplating the path ahead of you, that leads through galaxies of stars, and circles above comets, crossing the ether of a thousand, fabulous worlds. A path that leads you to alien sunsets and through the fathomless hearts of black holes. I feel envious. This is a path no man has travelled before.
But will you see it? Will you see the unnameable colors of super-novas, the splendor of a star burst? Will you feel gas clouds caress your skin, will you feel the rain of an alien world fall upon your head?
I don't know. But even as I watch, you catch your breath and sprint into the star-studded sky. I see you dwindle to a small, black dot.
And then, you disappear. I wonder if you will ever return. Perhaps in a thousand years, your path will circle back to this point. But then I will be dead, my bones ground to dust, my eyes and ears stoppered by the weight of the earth. But my ghost will keep watch above the ground, waiting for the day you will return, coming towards me, facing me. Perhaps on your voyage through the skies, you will learn to see and hear. Perhaps you may understand what love is.
But it will be too late for me. I will no longer have I eyes or ears, I will no longer see or feel. I can only wait, the weight of this love a burden on my heart, that keeps me rooted to the earth.
When will you come?