As the train pulled away
a strikingly familiar note
filled the air
and you were part of me

a part that let
the better version of us live
and yet could keep us whole

the distance settled
in a light precipitation
drenching gray into the day

as I lost sight of the train
and walked back
three miles into a memory
to mark the last page
in our story
the page we failed

In literature I go
Still I search for you
Firm grasp of the pen
Still I search for you
To the canvas & brush
Still I search for you
Until my passion is met
I will always search for you

if i could
i would go to the ends of the earth
to see this rare moment
that we can't ever replicate
blaze into infinity
if i could
i would stand under your sunshine smile
on sorry days
when simple things can gladden the heart
and on dreary days
when rain pours down like sorrow
and the sodden ground weeps a river
as hearts are torn into shreds of regret
at the confluence of  life fled and love forsaken
if i could
i would trap whispered wisdom and treasured secrets
to trade for a song on the common market of bitter sighs
where the things we imagine in our wildest moments
are the price we pay for lost times and opportunities
as the broken dreams of many litter the way
to the perches of watch towers  that are forever courting the sky

a green screen,
the imaged voice
in my head.

all is
but
what it is.

and when
spring comes,
wounded trees
bear a blossom
in their own blood.

The death
Of a dream.
Dying quietly.

No one hears.
The passing

When its gone.
It's gone.

Egrets stand proud across blue waterways ..
Floridas natural beatitudes flourish as her occidental sojourner travels home , diurnal fauna softly acquiesce , lullaby .. Lailah delivers grace , harmony and benevolence across Gods opus ..