Penetrate the rails
In wait for the trains rolling motion
When all else fails
Roaring in the shadows
A recollection of thoughts
In silence upon the platform
Music from the calliope in the distance
It is only music that is meant for my ears
In my weeping of tears
Only I can see what is put before me
In silence I keep the images to myself
Then place them upon the shelf
Into the archives amidst the shafts of sunlight
That permeate the wooden platform
As I wait upon the beast of steel
To roll along the plains
I am destined to be like an uprooted tree
Spreading its branches for all to see
The seasons of my mind
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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