Friday, March 13, 2015

Trains Passing In The Night

bridging lives

there was a voice 
pouring from your 
lips, a reflection in 
your eyes.  in me, also,

there are dreams dreamed
and tucked into corners 
of skin on my bones, 
vision in my years. 

what is hidden in the 
ages behind your mind,
within your heart, under
shadows of trestle lives - 

your journeys by rail, or raft; 
by foot or desire?  I pause 
softly, praying the wind
whispers on distant tracks. 

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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