Twilight Run

At eight on the dot out of the house I trot.

Destination the coast and the Irish sea

The air is fresh cool crisp and invigorating

The promenade bids a chilly welcome to me

I was born to run and the twilight beckons

With fleet of foot energetically out I stride 

The sky looms dark broody and angry

I have the tempestuous sea by my side

Crashing foam crested waves hound me

The spray showering me with its refreshment

Content and calm in a world of my very own

On and on I run on a mission heaven sent

Gulls cry squeal squawk and swoop menacingly

As in their domain I boldly venture without repent  

A heartbeat away the Blackpool Tower shines

Standing tall strong and proud on the skyline

The day duly dawns on the distant horizon

Four miles under my belt and I am feeling fine

Time for me to break the spell and head home

Back to life back to reality just one more time