Sitting backwards on the train

 

The sweet song

calls back to me,

and my heart

feels the pull

of tranquillity.

For love flows

in those

green meadows.

The Yorkshire rose

sits upon the sea

of emerald,

and the sun

shines gold upon

every dew draped, pale petal.

 

I left a shadow

of my heart

buried in those

Yorkshire hills.

Where it can drink the sunlight

and glow from inside.

 

I’m drawn like

a bird flying north.

The tilt of the earth

always leads me here.

This air, so clean and crisp,

droplets of dawn's nectar upon my lips.

Where love sits

catching the breeze.

and I sip at the sweet

dreams it sets free,

like an herby tea

supped from a mug

emblazoned with destiny.

 

I left a footprint of my soul,

in a hole dug into the

Yorkshire dales. For there

it can grow from it’s stale pain,

to become a blooming flower of hope,

an anchor to the strength I hold deep within.

 

I stay in cotton bud fantasy

wrapped tightly around me,

but I know that I can’t stay,

for my heart belongs to

someone

where my hat lays,

and as I travel away,

I sit facing backwards

as I want to see

the beauty until it

fades into the grey.

Under an undecided sky

 

I sit under a sky that can’t decide,

and I wonder aloud to the clouds

that are missing in the sunshine,

what are you scared of?

If you don’t share

what is in your heart

then what is it all for?

If you care,

then why is the air

not filled with your song?

 

I call to the thundercries

that are not echoing, the clapped

rhythm that doesn’t beat.

I ask why?

Where is your storm?

Where are the waves at my feet?

I sigh at rainbows not glistening.

Why are you hiding your colour?

When we could use your love

more than ever.

Why does the sky

not listen when I call?

 

And the undecided

sky drops a tear or two,

but she is unmoved,

unloved or confused,

and I whisper to her

that my love is true.

So just be you,

and however the wind blows through

I’ll always sit in awe of the view.

 

And the undecided sky sits motionless.

Except for brief hints at more,

a glimpse caught

in the corners of the eye,

but it stays still

as the grey crumbles around

like a wall falling down.

 

And I thank my feet for

dance, for as I sway

with the spin of the day,

and I let myself

flow on the

waves of destiny,

I call once more

for the sky to join me.

And she sets herself free

raining her love upon the sights I see,

making the world sparkle

with her magic and beauty.

A kiss in sunshine

 

Vacant faces

staring out at nothing.

Glancing at departure boards

then back

into the void beyond.

Pacing feet race

from ticket stall

to where their

trains await.

Pushing

to get a better seat

on their journey

into destiny.

 

I sit watching the man.

His face painted with misery.

It's a mystery I want to solve,

a conundrum. What makes

his heart grow so cold?

 

Did he just watch love

leave on a track

to someplace far away,

or did he forget his way

in life, and end up

at the wrong station,

on the wrong day?

 

As I'm pondering this,

a kiss in sunshine walks

along the platform

opposite mine,

and I wonder where

their life is traveling?

 

Are they off to start life

in the freshness of a new

sunrise

that is outshined

by their own inner glow?

Are they just taking a break

to a place of rest, a beach

with windswept waves,

or a place of rolling

green meadows?

The smiles on their faces

say that their days

are going to be great.

 

I sit and watch, and wait,

and as the light dims

on the day,

my train arrives

I embark on a journey

that falls onto my page,

as the countryside rolls on by.