Railroads, silver thunder scream through
Whistles blow through town & you
Our pasts a part ride in as one
Like we’ve rumbled through this country
Chasing moon and sun.
No I didn’t know I’d been waiting
At a bustling station for you to come
Though I long held a ticket
I simply stood on platforms
While each steamer raged past me
Screaming on.
I happened to be reminiscing
Watching, feeling iron steeds go by
In my absent memories – my dear
Familiar spirit stopped…enticed
And I stood to greet you
Inhale your skin, embraced by pride.
You had travelled for long years
As long as my weather ticket
Held in my hands
Halting many stations
Creating songs upon the land.
You knew me, remembered from long ago
That I had blank tendencies
To wait on platforms alone
So you satisfied the yearning
The miles put in you
The long forgotten memories
The rails of iron seared through
By a mere glance you recall
The wanting, lusting lost in me
I’m dizzy from long thunders
& random faces that swiftly passed
Lightened, sickened by polluted fumes
Swirling in stagnant air above my bench
I did not realize my fresh air
Had long been sucked
With winds blown west.
You blew my breath back into me
A silver bullet screeching to a halt
Long enough to scoop me up
Onto a familiar journey
On rails, sparked hot
We ramble on.
--Diva
2 years ago
