
Train Station

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Footprints in the snow
Followed by a tail and two
paw prints in the snow
we arrive side by side soft
at the forest cathedral
Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.
In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.
Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.
We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.
Meet me there
between the meadow and the road
I will give you a choice
all or nothing; take your pick
You may say no if you dare
the sky is blue, and all we have is here
bind me to you
a soul contract
written in the blood of us and signed
amongst the wild roses
A patchwork of many people
standing under the moon, stars
Dancing to a song you hear
flowing water through the night
A pagan in suburbia
kissing the cosmos, loving life
A song speaks to you
stories in the melody
stirring memories
You play the song on repeat
shifting your emotions, soul
Be my companion
Look to me as your lighthouse
through good times and bad
Be mine until our ship sails
from the shell-covered sea shore
To always be right
Never daring to be wrong
Lonely in the night
Jolted from sleep by thoughts of work and unfinished hobbies, he staggers towards the noise.
Aliens or maybe even a portal to another universe await.
Still baffled, he moves closer to the laundry: the dryer malfunctioned.
He hears his wife say, “Go towards the light, darl!”
Distracted.
Imagining you.
Tingling in untidy places.