The Train Poem

Something’s dragging its toes in a gravity pool of tranquility

threatened by the ripple in the rose,
A thorn is the pain on its side,
Weathered and beaten
the bear tracks leading up to the trap
Bleeding darkness like death seeping into the light,
And I get it now, everything seems right,
My name is the sake that I pride myself on
my Love is the deep and the wide,
This river, a ghost of an echo in life,
My boat is the train that I ride.
The shivering wind,
Cutting through man’s chivalry till he’s just a little boy,
I’ll tend to keep my distances
spread thin from desert ploys,
And try to form alliance with gentle nomads in the void,
For my Love is the strength that I stand myself on
And my heart its centripetal force.