Sunday, July 29, 2012

Transfer @ Pandora Central


At the end of the platform
Where the trains run off
Into the sea
Stands the cold outline
Waves goodbye to me

And as the surface reflects
What I don’t want to see
Unknowing unheeding
The shadow of leaving
Drapes the rooftops in misery

And these lines that scream
Steam piston driven for heartbreak
Atomic revision
Turning not for longing
But for a lifetime of forgetting

Platform bound forever
Un-elevated nor related
To the distance decreasing
I wave to the rising
Waterline that marks

Your passing footprints
Your halo of misspent days
In the arms of the drama
That disguises itself
As a life of surprises

Not at all unpleasant

5 comments:

mapstew said...

Beautiful. As usual. :¬)

Courtney said...

It is such peace :-)

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Nice. Surrender is a powerful tool.

Garth said...

Stew: thanks mate

Courtney: it's in strange places that you find peace :)

Jayne: surrender - I never though of it in that way before - nice one :)

Harlequin said...

this is another amazing mood piece-- there you go with that word and form thing, again.
nicely done.

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