Moving... was easy for me, hip and jive as usual,
so I relocated my battered soul next to the
window.

My earth scout told me about this,
about hemmoraging treelines
with leaves that flutter crisply in the air.
Mountain sides that hide Red Suns and Blue Stars.
And if I stayed and looked all night long
I may catch the most beautiful of them all...

The Aurora.

I let my stress and anger receed into the shimmering landscapes.
The engine of the train soon tucked itself away for a moments nap
or possibly in the stare of that Jane girl.
So many questions leapt from her
expressionless face.

Her belly full.
mine still empty.

I'm on a trek to forever with my people.
I love to love
yet being helpless and romantic
leaves a man
bitter and lonely

like a vacant train station.

She had her inspiration....
I carry on still searching for mine.

tag!
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys