Friday, April 25, 2008

night train

passing through what used to be
my home
the scent reticent
capturing it is dangerous
the curves penitrate
a light blazes
filling my soul with wonder
that breaks down walls
the boundaries between dreams
and reality
earthen sultry scents
are where i live
they tend to my being
i just never knew how i longed for them

1 comment:

broke bertha said...

um...yea, this sucks...