Somebody said that love
can have such dainty hands.
Timid, like silence flowing,
like water, quiet
like the calm after a storm.
Words you speak create
solid objects . In my mind.
Connected, like trains
yet separated
by the silent space between us.
And I feel the warmth,
the gaze,
the breath,
the bridge between two islands.
An empty sea in between.
Side by side, juxtaposed
and divided.
We mumbled nice things,
good things
blue and colored things.
Then a wave of the hand
meant goodbye.
Yesterday I asked.
Are trains for thinking?
can have such dainty hands.
Timid, like silence flowing,
like water, quiet
like the calm after a storm.
Words you speak create
solid objects . In my mind.
Connected, like trains
yet separated
by the silent space between us.
And I feel the warmth,
the gaze,
the breath,
the bridge between two islands.
An empty sea in between.
Side by side, juxtaposed
and divided.
We mumbled nice things,
good things
blue and colored things.
Then a wave of the hand
meant goodbye.
Yesterday I asked.
Are trains for thinking?
