Cry, it is

the light leaving. You

sleep to the

rails’ rhythm

singing lonesome blues. You hear,

you’ll never return.

 

 

But maybe

you will, someday, healed

of what was–

after trails,

sea, stars share their magic, heart-

haunted you’ll live on.

 

This is a shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Photo Challenge, and also for Open Link Night at dVerse, where Linda is hosting. This is my first post with the new editor. So, I hope it all worked out.