obscure,
perhaps in-comprehen-sible.
I was wondering what it was
night or day,
as far away
a whistling train
like the song of a bird
in forest,
I heard.
Deserted stations,
a lamp-post
like an empty spot-lit stage,
unusual gestures of
a strange conversation
clinging to the softness of silent nights,
looking for the signs
of warmth and love.
No comments:
Post a Comment