zaterdag 11 april 2015

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 

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

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