I was on a train from Paris to Amsterdam and with an empty page a sad smile and a pen she was looking out the window across the apple green fields and into the valleys of cobbled villages and ****** churches and as the dead air of Paris was leaving my mind I began to read the reflection of questions in her eyes I wanted to tell her what she already knew that the answers are in the rhythm of the rails and to only underline the words that matter ... Clay.M
Even when the sun has set, The stars still shimmer bright. Her radiance enfolds my soul, Each morning and each night. Released beyond this fleeting world, Expanding past all time, A serene embrace unites our hearts; Love’s glow now shapes this rhyme.