the sound of a distance train echoes a call through the midnight rain
I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s
soulful just the same
like Van Morrison playing something slow, or the broken heart that helped me grow
a dance of randomness cradled in love, the weight of thunder high above
a destination without end,
poetry in motion until it meets land’s end
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
the sound of a distance train echoes a call through the midnight rain
I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s
soulful just the same
like Van Morrison playing something slow, or the broken heart that helped me grow
a dance of randomness cradled in love, the weight of thunder high above
a destination without end,
poetry in motion until it meets land’s end