I will find you (I will bring you home).

Leaping through a desert, running feet stretch and bound over the sand as freedom floats in the space between each step.  Running just to run.  No thought of destination, merely the expression of a pent up energy releasing itself in an uncoiling spring.  And when the remembrance comes, the you I find there kisses me with easy eyes, so familiar and different all the same.  It is that look exchanged which holds within it the trepidation of the initiate.  The same jitter of excitement which precedes a leap shivers through me as our lips press together in an irrational passion.