At The Station

Sitting in the station,

Here again, gone again, to return again.

 

Every time like the last,

Like the next,

World without end.

 

Looking at life I smile,

All the precious earth at my feet,

Swarmed so thick with air

I breathe freely

Such relief.

 

Step out of the city, back to country lanes.

Step back to the nurturing nature

To refresh my soul

To relieve my brain.

 

Oh cold city,

Your cement face

Stone arms

Tied to you and sinking in the quarry.

Oh cold city,

You exhaust men.

 

So glad to know I can survive

Need a few days free from striving

Or strife.

A few days to remember I'm nice.

 

Sitting in the station,

Here again, gone again, to return again.

I say farewell, but so soon we meet again

Oh cold city, your shiny mirrors harden the individual,

By making all men equal in greed and need

What have you given him

But unfulfillable desire.

 

And my desire is filled

Because I choose to be simple

There is ample for me

Because each day is a new luxury

I lust not,

For she is all I need.

 

 

The river runs beneath the train

The hills are clotted with trees

The clouds are large and changing

Riding high above the breeze.

 

The sun is warm, inviting

The grass is soft sweet green

I think of your eyes and realize

Maybe your thinking of me.

 

What joy to love and be loved

What blessing, what bliss

I can't fin d words for this feeling

So upheaving

In the clouds and trees

In every clod of earth

The harmony of nature rings true

This is the beauty of you and me.

 

Oh, that we should wander through green valleys

Chase each other in unfettered delight

To know no wet in the rain

But be warm, weak and dry in each others grasp.

 

There are surely mountains to climb

Paths that lead us back and forth

Holding hands with a universe flying by

Creating a universe, a reality between us

Ours to cherish and glorify.

 

To take you where you've never been

To go with you where I've never seen

To share something new, like the world has never known

Like time and place and the human race have not allotted

Every day is new, it is always the first time.

 

Each kiss magical splendid and individual,

Each caress born soft and new

Each moment we move forward

Each moment I want to share with you.

 

My reality and yours entwined

In dreams awake we play

And poets speak and cry and mourn,

For that which between us has been borne.

And fools, don't realize it's the only thing worth anything.