the train is about to leave
my tears can not stop it
nor should they,
you have destinations to reach
if you stop
what will happen to
those who wait for you,
and those who wait have prior claims;
do they, i do not know
but then my season is over,
i must evaporate like the steam of the
engine of your train
what will the clouds so formed do
will they rain on the tracks of the train
and wash all the
memories
or will they
quench the thirst of the some dry fields
let me pray
memories are a punishment
but they also rejuvenate
the resolution to wait
till
the train comes again