I travel roads and discover new places. Deep in the heart of new countries. Deep in the heart of me. Mostly I go lightly hardly noticing a load. Then suddenly one day I feel the weight of my own heart. How can something that is so seemingly light within you become so heavy in an instant? I suppose our hearts weren't meant to be forgotten and occasionally we are to be reminded that they need to be carried. Like the lake that carries the lone tree and the tracks that carry the train.
A train runs west to east
Sun streams through a window, through her
Pooling dappling on a table laden to nourish and care
Outside a river flows forever through the city
Inside two lives, tributaries
Till this point separate
A train runs east to west
Strangers no more but still not there
Cold night becomes warm
Two souls together, hopeful but scared
Night becomes day
What is it for?
A train leaves the station
Brings one back home
A bicycle carries the other, hearts forlorn
On a beach the tide is turning
Where earlier two people shared a day
Now washed ashore like sand
In a mound of shimmering moments.