The Train Station

The Train Station

Trees are swaying
In silent hills
Where wild deer graze
Seeking solace.

The silent lives
That mimic us-
These lives we want
But do not share-

Walk in the woods
So gently
And disappear,
So gently…

And the sun sets
Leaves letting black
Shadows hover
Dark treetops, dark treetops

We carry on
We carry on
Like brave soldiers
On night missions

Or like armies
In dusty fields
Cold and tired,
Waiting, waiting.