Moving with strangers
The full moon’s shifting focus
A man in the moon
Tag: train
Super Commuter
travelling to and from
this super commuting life
longing to see you
in a moment on the train
Assure me work is worth it
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
Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window
A Girl on the Train
A sweet-smelling scent
the beginnings of a sneeze
Too polite to turn away
Lush, cascading hair falling
pensive reflection in the window
Gorgeous amber silk skin
Her hair is a dream of my youth
I want to reach out and brush her hair
To remember my Mother’s love
A pretty young lady on the train
immersed within the mobile telephone
Yet thoughtful, regal, waiting
Coming Home
I am moving towards you.
Suburbia moves on as farmland relaxes my vision.
A distant mountain range and trees in the foreground; I float between the two.
The dreamy afternoon light flickers between the trees as the train moves towards you.
The Quiet Carriage
A quiet carriage,
thoughts of being alone.
The tension remains
as the passenger fidgets.
Headphones separate us,
yet there is no escape.
Living in a prison of sorts
wishing for the platform to arrive.
Why must every window be viewed
when it’s so dark outside?
Haiku: Nomadic
A lengthy train trip
Rolling through the countryside
Belonging nowhere
Thoughts of Her
I think of her softly,
the way she moved and the things she said.
Even now, she moves through me,
even as the rain softly falls on the windows.
Someone said you should love,
yet I want to tell them to go fuck themselves,
for love has broken my heart into a thousand pieces.
Yet, still, I sit and think of her,
the little ways she made my day bright and happy,
how we talked about everything.
I miss her sunflower soul dearly,
for her soul calmed me through my many storms.
Me, alone with my broken heart;
I keep the sadness close to feel her.
Sitting in my seat;
on the train, her face and eyes come to me
as the rain turns into icy pieces of snow.
The Train Seat
Limbs fold
into each other,
squeezing into
the train seat.
C & K 