Terminal station
Sights are flashing by and out of the eyes
in wide angles they lay, in evening dreams
they will stay, as images fly away, so it streams
to the end, while melting into darkening skies
as the train on his way to the following day
and later there’ll be nothing more as it was
and fast, so terribly fast, no time for a pause
in the sound of a moaning there’s a little prayer
so close together and still chained in a lace
the shackles between them are not easy to break
in the shadows there’s a fluttering pace
in the heart, in the breath there’s a final quake
the last stop, a ticket to buy, a resting place
on the end of a one-way street, we will wake.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
11/04/2015
Reacties op ‘Terminal station’
Er zijn nog geen reacties geplaatst bij dit gedicht, een reactie plaatsen kan hieronder!