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
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:
Beautiful. As usual. :¬)
It is such peace :-)
Nice. Surrender is a powerful tool.
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 :)
this is another amazing mood piece-- there you go with that word and form thing, again.
nicely done.
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