Train, Alone
I wail lonely
in your distances
as endless trestles travel I
Know
I was here I was
present
on your horizons,
present in your town
Come, ride with me
Come, keep me
from obsolescence, keep me
alive
Without you
Within me
I am meaningless,
blind
For how can I see, and, yes,
Who can I show,
If not you... if not you... if not you
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
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