At night,
just before sleep comes ...
I think of
you.

I try to recapture
the atmosphere of
our first
encounter.

The aura of a cool ocean wave;
encompassing,
soothing,
refreshing,
my body and my soul.
Your subtle smile, and
your sidelong glances;
words never spoken,
yet somehow communicated.

I marvel to know that two people
could hold so much in
common;
Our faith in God,
Our respect for Mankind,
and most important
Our communal love ...

At night,
just before sleep comes...
I think of
you
and then I thank God that I am
Alive.

The train has finally arrived, the anxious people climb aboard.
Those grey-suited men and women had lives of hard work, they're quite bored.
Even the children are lifeless, if children can be, with frowns of despair.
Come aboard, their new lives awaiting them are free of toil, free of care,
Then they can start to live.

The train moves fast, their old town of farms and barns behind them are distant.
From now on it's seamless stockings, and wide ties with patterns so brilliant,
Proms in the dance hall instead of a gym, and dresses with the recent look,
Swimming pools, and playgrounds, tall office buildings, and libraries with books.
Then they can start to live.

The ever-revolving wheels go so fast for the children they hold tight.
The flickering cities keep coming quickly and blurs their fancy sights.
The world is in a frenzy, but too fun to be a frightening show
The only sustainment they need is a whiff of the fresh breeze from the window.
Now they can start to live.

For the older people, the speed has slowed sadly through the creeping years
Time drags them on at an uneventful pace, nothing old or new comes near.
When they find their dream city, with hope they will find no killings, no wars
And get off this train, perhaps finding what real living is for.
Then they can start to live.

But now each city gets worse, they live motionless through the people they see
Unrealizing how the train slows down more and more and they have ceased to be.
Even as the waiting-to-be-painted sunset hangs still with nothing to give
Except their grasping eyes, who's commander has died with no purpose to live.

When will they start to live?