Running

A sliver of a moon.
A myriad of stars.
Fallen leaves.

It was dark.
It was silent.
The world was asleep.

I passed by their windows,
And front lawns and parked cars.
Sometimes their dog was disturbed.

Breathing.
Praying.
I was a silent divine spirit.

Feet gliding over the energy surface.
Effortless flowing of awareness.
Unified consciousness.

Mystical, ethereal.
Romantic, sensuous.
Elite.