Here I am, alone in my mind.
Soft sounds of music in my head.
Ear phones plugged in.
The slow drum of the train melts in my mind; I watch little brick houses pass by me like a music video.
So much to think about; so many numbers go through my head.
I continue to watch out the window of the train; an old, rusted water tower passes by me like a forgotten dream.
Small, little, brick neighborhoods shadow the landscape.
These people live a basic and simple life – one I may never know, one that looks very appealing from the outside.
The music dims as it changes to a new song.
A new music video starts in my mind.
Oh yes we are the kids of MTV.
The X generation they call us.
The train stops.
Trenton is the sign of the moment.
A voice comes on, “it’s time to go.”
Many move to the doors but I sit here watching and waiting.
My stop is not here yet.
Like the brick houses that so puzzled and amused me.
My stop will come some day.
Some day I will settle down and maybe even have a small, quaint, brick house of my own.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
SILENCE IN MY SOUL
When i touch her there is silence
When i feel her there is silence
When i taste her there is silence
Silence in my soul because my soul is quiet and at rest with her. No longer do a i feel her tremble, no longer do i see her tremble because she is relaxed. Her sickness has left her. Relaxed and happy to be in a safe place, in my arms. My arms slowly go around her more as to embrace her. Holding her ever so tightly. She is safe, she is secure. That is all she ever wanted because this makes her feel at home. In my arms holding her so tight. She sleeps deeply. Like a flower that has finished its bloom in the fall as winter slowly creeps in. It will get colder as ever new day passes. I understand her like no one else ever will. She knows this and smiles. A sleepy small smirk. The kind you can just see oh so slightly . She is a strange beast in all of its glory. Cunning , smart and beautiful as a winter mountain top just sprinklered with a layer of snow. She rest once more eyes closing more, gasp of air, grin turns to a smile she is safe and I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she is in my arms and sad because as she falls deeper into her sleep I know she is leaving me. Not gone forever but gone for now.
When i feel her there is silence
When i taste her there is silence
Silence in my soul because my soul is quiet and at rest with her. No longer do a i feel her tremble, no longer do i see her tremble because she is relaxed. Her sickness has left her. Relaxed and happy to be in a safe place, in my arms. My arms slowly go around her more as to embrace her. Holding her ever so tightly. She is safe, she is secure. That is all she ever wanted because this makes her feel at home. In my arms holding her so tight. She sleeps deeply. Like a flower that has finished its bloom in the fall as winter slowly creeps in. It will get colder as ever new day passes. I understand her like no one else ever will. She knows this and smiles. A sleepy small smirk. The kind you can just see oh so slightly . She is a strange beast in all of its glory. Cunning , smart and beautiful as a winter mountain top just sprinklered with a layer of snow. She rest once more eyes closing more, gasp of air, grin turns to a smile she is safe and I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she is in my arms and sad because as she falls deeper into her sleep I know she is leaving me. Not gone forever but gone for now.
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