Hiking through the nomadic love trail of broken dreams.

Ancestral voices twinkle
in the skies above,
ochre dots of dream time awakening
to rhythmic rhymes of train track clatter,
overland trail dry, dirty;
the crow flies through
the reflection of your
blue sky eye
setting the course, the sun.
Reaching the station
the landing dock empty,
a face recalls a thousand miles
amongst white clouds of nothings
where hope meets the horizon
in an array of colours
against shredded dreams,
a shadow walks over
memories flooded
in a river of thoughts
drowning footsteps shiver
recollecting a cold winter,
a nimbus journey trail,
broken hearts afloat,
he's crying inside,
no room for tears,
it's a moment lost forever,
when love slipped

through his net.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A very nice job Andrew. You paint striking descriptive images with your words placing the reader into the scenes you describe. I enjoyed the vivid sound of the train which resonates with me because in my youth the house I lived in was about a few blocks from the train tracks. Thank you again for sharing your work.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Sir, and train tracks do resonate that rhythm, you never forget. :)