The Endless Journey
THE ENDLESS JOURNEY
What a joy it could be to sit
In a far-going train with you,
Looking out of the window
For some time, keeping silent,
And in the glass darkling,
Among the moving crowds
And fields and hills and clouds,
Discerning your soul passing:
Not part of the firmament -
Just seeming, since the true
You sits facing me too
In this small compartment.
It is the pilgrimage which binds us,
Listening to your silent voice
Hearing my own heart’s joys
On this, the journey endless.
The train far-going is our
Unspoken commitment bound
To a future not yet found.
And there is no last hour.
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25 February 2011
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