Nov 2011
Endless Rails
This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails
Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses
and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles
grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars
ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by
homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear
clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever
rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on
my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’
green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms
in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be
displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up
emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark
landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard
highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret
dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.
This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails
Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses
and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles
grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars
ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by
homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear
clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever
rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on
my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’
green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms
in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be
displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up
emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark
landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard
highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret
dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.
