Two Rails
riding in this iron train
over cold steel rails
across young and wild lands
untouched
we stare out the window
knowing we are bound to a common place
but not the same destination
riding in this iron train
over cold steel rails
across young and wild lands
untouched
we stare out the window
knowing we are bound to a common place
but not the same destination
blue jeans
drenched from river waters
swaying limp on the line
crying in the heat of the relentless sun
never to darken
but to simply fade
the bluest indigo into the tender hues of morning
a new day