Dear God,

Give me another family
Just so I may
Become something greater than
what I was supposed to
Because that's what you did
when saved Moses
from his eminent death
so perhaps
you can do the same for me

they say we are all made out of
stardust
if so,
i am a million black holes
and you are the brightest suns
in the universe.

Sometimes on long car rides I look up to see something that's never changing, I look up at the stars hanging on a thread and the shadows on the moon. I think of my soulmate, are we looking up at the same night sky? I think of the ever changing society and it gives me hope to see the same stars. Then again, the stars are dead.

I have a confession.
I don't know very much about trains. Actually, very little at all.
I know that they have a beginning and an end, and a whole lot of middle.
Kind of like life.
Trains can take you places,
From here to there
From old to new
From start to finish
But cars can do that. Planes can too.
So why do we take trains? They take so much longer.
Except, maybe that is the whole point; the real reason.
Time is never in abundance, and we are always rushing from one chore or job to the next with no time to take a break or rest or reflect or breathe.
Sitting on a train, with nowhere to go and no control over what time you arrive at your destination, you are forced to be calm.
To just sit, and perhaps even enjoy the moment.
In reality, this is what our goal in life should be: to take pleasure in the journey.

I have another confession.
I really want to ask you to take this train with me.
I want to enjoy this journey with you, ignoring the start and forgetting how soon or abrupt the ending could be.
I want to look at the scenery and talk about pretty things and drink yummy coffee and play footsie under the table.
For the first time in my life I want to be uncertain. I don't want to know when or where or how this will end.
I think there is a part of me that already knows where our next stop is, but I can't get the image of laughing with you out of my head.
Baby, let's just see where this thing takes us.
All I know is that you get my wheels turning and my heart racing.
All I know is our beginning and our end.

*But darling, won't you fill me in on that whole lot of middle?

I don't know how you feel
But I know I like to hear the trains passing
As I lie in bed

I like to think you could love me
Raw and exposed
Like I've never been before

I can dream
And fall asleep knowing you won't leave me in the night
And get on the train I love
And I'll listen as you leave

maybe i will miss the trees
i thought lying in my bed
for the last time.
after all they were the
only thing that never left.
i hated it here.
nothing but vacant "im sorry"
and transparent dark walls.
but after all these years
i never quite noticed
how much i'd miss the trees.
h.d.