So

The silence seems so far and away.
Slowly mournful train.
Tracking around the unknown bend,
Past its complacent refrain.
The prairie tumbles and rolls in the wind,
Across brittle, the sandy remains.
Hoping to be stopped before it blows,
Past oblivion.
Whistle and moan, scream to be heard,
Where opened silence belongs.
Paints the dark, in the glitter outpoured,
Shadowed as night's fire longs.
Silence becomes the blanket's embrace,
Wrapped in our souls bedded pains.
Deep as the sound of blue in the ocean,
Red as the thirsty blood stains.
My slowly, silent friend becomes,
The train that moves mind's solace.
In the opened sky of youth,
As old as all his universe.

Raine Les 3/27/08

hello sharris.....

It was a good ride, thanks....