In the train on my way to another day Another place But now it's time To get to a different space If I can do it Here below the Montana skies Between you and I But sometimes I am feeling A little lost A little unable To make the connection Or maybe even the desire Or maybe my heart has grown cold Cold like the snow still clinging to the grassy horizons Maybe I need you to warm me again Woo me again But wondering if my heart will receive it. Sometimes I can step in a space And sing of your grace But it seems like when I lost everybody I also lost you.
Backstory 1 Man from Fargo, North Dakota (more about him again), told me wait till I see the beautiful Montana Skies where its flat grounds but the skies are amazing.
Backstory 2 Then the little bits of white in the middle of grass patches was a bit mind boggling to me that it was actually snow, as you can see from these various pics, sometimes it was just patches here and there, and other times it was all over yet still with grass. And yes if you wondering these towns in North Dakota do look like scenes from the walking dead.
Back story 3
And purpose of this post, I met this amazing couple on the train and shared some of the things that were still breaking my heart at that stage. The husband said that if I open up to God and allow his light to shine in some clarity will come and God will show the next to step... I turned back hearing him but also wondering if I can, can I open up, can I hear God, can I receive, can I get to the right space and frame of mind before reaching my next destination and friends.... and wrote this poem... See previous Backstories and pics now to understand references better...