Co-Authored with Lucien Rowe
I´m standing in a silent shadow of meaningless days
Waiting
Though I don´t know if I´m waiting on a miracle
Or on life itself
I´m looking at the railways of time
“Who knows what they will bring?”
They disappear in the distance like a smile on a face
They stay mum
Maybe I´m just raving
But I heard a train´s whistle in the distance
It would be a miracle
This station has long been abandoned; the trains do not come here
Maybe I´m wrong
It would be fine
I´m listening…and looking in the distance of time
The rustling of the leaves resonates with the whistle.
Finally it comes to me…it comes.
“Will it stop for me? Is there a station for it here?”
I will wait, if it doesn’t the only thing that was lost is fear
A symphony plays in my soul
Drowning a thirsty silence
Harmonizing with the sound coming from the railroad
“There is another whistle!”
I can see the shooting of lights
It is so close now
It stopped right at me
Finally it is revealed
While I stare in awe
Stretching out my fingers to feel
The reality that I now see
I aboard the train and start my journey
I leave the station of meaningless days
I will journey for a long, long time
To make true my dreams and wishes
I know the path I now take will be hard and tremulous
Time to time there will be sharp curves
And the speed is dangerous
But I do not want the journey to end just yet
That would be the last step of my life
A step to the station of eternal rest.
yes I do like this poem…there is a quality about the words and the theme that gripss me tightly.