Hidden corners of a soul
Harbor shadows
Long
And never far behind
In the moments chiseled deep across a face
Life is lived
Through valleys broad and steep
For the heart to wander
To find itself
Among the mercies
The truths
And the doubts
There to stand before the sunset
And all of creation
An invitation to Twilight’s Gathering
Of beauty in a dying day
Brilliant fingers as old as time
Cling fast to the horizon
A last desperate kiss
To shine upon the land
The cloak of Night
Its scythe at the ready
As the chill north wind
Ushers in the dusk
Lo!
An heirloom handed down
In long ago innocence
Comes a train
To arch the stubbled cheeks
With smile
And wrap oneself
Within the great roar
A heart that quickens upon their arrival
Has known the mourn of a whistle as its own cry
Echo off into nothingness
And vanish on lonely winds
They tuck themselves gently into memory
Where all the others reside
The old
And the new
Alongside the faraway places
Little boys dream of
And some day
Go
Yet to never see them all
To stand upon their ground
And breathe in their essence
And live their legends
Still
As brows furrow
And hair grays
Little boys never stop dreaming
They have always been there---
The trains
And they wait patiently for our return
When we’ve wandered too far
---RAM
Rick Malo©2024
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