Monday, June 04, 2007

Waiting For Trains

I continue to dream about trains
the chugging, the gentle moan and stop,
a sound cruising by in the night.

My mind wanders, over shadowy hills
past the pregnant moon and back,
into the still, starry night
that holds my memories -

as tight as I hold your hand.

Walking the open streets
tired and cold we

piece together little images
while we wait for trains,
a shooting star signals an approach,
begging us to dance in our dreams.

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