foreign – C & K

Winter Journey

The trees whizz by us
as we travel along the
cold endless train tracks

We are passengers
on a journey within a
flying metal tin

The way we wonder
at the foreign scenery
yet, long to be home

In a foreign land
we look around with the west in our eyes
the east in our minds
the north in our hearts and
the south in our ears.

So many directions
our vision is clouded
our minds sharp
our hearts with the old gods and
our ears listen to the sea.