[First Post] 10
As a distant rumble carries on the breeze
the moon begins her slow ascension.
A man standing just
the pale glare of a street light casually drops his cigarette,
preparing for what he knows must come.
Half a continent away his mind has flown, even
as he struggles to bring it home
With an olympic effort he begins to
At just that moment the distant rumble speaks
and a deep, mournful whistle pierces the night's
sending his mind on with wishes of godspeed.
The man at first clings to his control, but soon he must succumb.
With an incredible swiftness he is there,
what used to be. A warm autumn evening punctuated
by love's sweet first kiss; a wintery night under a starry
canopy holding her in his arms; all of these
all set to the haunting sound of a train passing,