A girl took a long train ride -
the landscape dissolving into glass,
cold and breakable. She sighed often.
She read more, trying to find suitable
material to draw from when they met.
Night fell, a book dropping to the floor
with a dull thud and no one to pick it up.
The train cut through the dark, the girl
silenced in a vision of the coming dawn,
opening her eyes upon a cherished smile.
It was what it instantly was. Natural.
Hands taken because there were no others.
A journey unmapped on the horizon, meager
bags on their shoulders, two pairs of shoes
set on the same unknown path through sunrises.
They broke bread in hostels, they drank moonlight -
napped under the Eiffel Tower in France,
danced in Spain, tried art in Venice and Rome,
rode motorbikes in Greece with the ocean below,
laughter marking their presence on the wind.
In Egypt, they stood hushed before the pyramids,
the magnitude of the human spirit - its genius
and its cruelty - quietly changing their souls,
molding them into something more than they were.
They slept in desert tents with tears on their lips.
She gave him Asia, her heart's country, the exotic
language of her deepest self. Weeks passed by
steeped in the flavors of a half dozen countries.
She took a photo of him on the ancient root bridges
of Cherrapungee, the river whispering below.
They were called to the coast of the Andaman Sea,
the limestone walls of the Krabi province rising
from the deep like a refuge for their weary bones.
They buried their secrets on the beaches and left
them behind as the fisherman's boat pulled away.
Drifting, the warm air broke with a sudden whistle -
the book scratching across the floor slowly
as the train stopped. She turned with a sigh
and stared at the ceiling for a long moment,
taking in the sunlight like this were the dream.
As she disembarked, her eyes lit upon a cherished smile.
A man waited, stamping out a cigarette as she approached.
He had two tickets to Paris in his jacket.
It was what it instantly was. Natural.
Chance taken because there were no others.
the landscape dissolving into glass,
cold and breakable. She sighed often.
She read more, trying to find suitable
material to draw from when they met.
Night fell, a book dropping to the floor
with a dull thud and no one to pick it up.
The train cut through the dark, the girl
silenced in a vision of the coming dawn,
opening her eyes upon a cherished smile.
It was what it instantly was. Natural.
Hands taken because there were no others.
A journey unmapped on the horizon, meager
bags on their shoulders, two pairs of shoes
set on the same unknown path through sunrises.
They broke bread in hostels, they drank moonlight -
napped under the Eiffel Tower in France,
danced in Spain, tried art in Venice and Rome,
rode motorbikes in Greece with the ocean below,
laughter marking their presence on the wind.
In Egypt, they stood hushed before the pyramids,
the magnitude of the human spirit - its genius
and its cruelty - quietly changing their souls,
molding them into something more than they were.
They slept in desert tents with tears on their lips.
She gave him Asia, her heart's country, the exotic
language of her deepest self. Weeks passed by
steeped in the flavors of a half dozen countries.
She took a photo of him on the ancient root bridges
of Cherrapungee, the river whispering below.
They were called to the coast of the Andaman Sea,
the limestone walls of the Krabi province rising
from the deep like a refuge for their weary bones.
They buried their secrets on the beaches and left
them behind as the fisherman's boat pulled away.
Drifting, the warm air broke with a sudden whistle -
the book scratching across the floor slowly
as the train stopped. She turned with a sigh
and stared at the ceiling for a long moment,
taking in the sunlight like this were the dream.
As she disembarked, her eyes lit upon a cherished smile.
A man waited, stamping out a cigarette as she approached.
He had two tickets to Paris in his jacket.
It was what it instantly was. Natural.
Chance taken because there were no others.
af July 2010
Sorry for neglecting you, blog world.
I've been busy.
I leave love and LOADS of appreciation for your poetry. =D
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