A wind of confusion lies down.
Guilty secrets shuffle and slide,
Their grasping tendrils clinging fast,
Then wilting in the heat
From the furnace of comprehension.
My soul is at stake,
A spectral presence drapes itself
Heavily across my shoulders;
I have fallen, I have fallen many times.
Into the light, into the sun,
The lingering succubus of shame,
That in dark recesses hid,
Darts and dies on the dry sands.
Or strike a dissonant chord;
Play me like a song
Winter nights approach.
Wind scatters the clouds; rain stops.
Looking at the stars
We live like we have
All of the time in the world.
It is a small world
Red freight train rumbles past
Chain of metal boxcars linking cities
Filled with messages, hopes and dreams
Steel rails as hard as a lifetime.
Through the days, through the nights,
Endless tracks, perpetual wheels in motion,
The grimy romance with distance
Unfolds beneath the dark stars.
Write me a love song
Words that will last forever
Memories will fade
Standing in the rain
Before the deluge hits me
Reach for higher ground