This Train will not Return By David Wilding (early September, 2009)
Home is ...
Where I want to be
Where I ought to be
But it isn't where I am now
Will I find it?
Is it again out there?
My place on Earth
Do you search for me?
Do you long for me?
Call me!
Maybe I hear you
I think I was there
Some time last week
Though so far
And so long to be
Yes!
I hear you, though distant you are
Why so foreign?
... again?
Didn't I do this?
Was I not here before?
Such moments
But this time
There will be NO repeat
No deja vu to be
No back stepping to darkness
I know you need me
I long to hold you
And not be separate
No more the distance
If love is a train
Then home is like the brain
At the end of the line
Terminates there!
All OFF now
And stay
For THIS train
Will not return!
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'Dreams' - by David Wilding
- What was it? Kick to the past? Wake to the future? Left me feeling stuck back there, Back where times are rough and hard, Danger everywhere, But he is there in it, Somewhere. For the danger is him, through him. Awakens old fears, Old enemies, Pulls back the cover, Opens old wounds, ....
'Reflections Alone' - by David Wilding
- I am cold here. I sit here alone with my Habit, Sit and think of you, My only love. Where are you tonight? Do you wait? Do you hunger for me now? Are we to be together this night? Or is it another illusion of the moonlight? Another dream, a fantasy of our love. ....
'Them' - by David Wilding
- They don't deserve it, Don't deserve me. She could have been happy A Polski man, a Polski boy, Living the Polski way in a Polski house, Like another gerbil In the Polski cage, The Polski way. But she got me, Fate banged us together, Forever I suppose. I don't regret that ....
'On my Island' - by David Wilding
- It's Dark here on my island I didn't want it Don't need it so Want to find light Open the hatch Get out and swim To safety and sanctuary Which way? Do I need it? To leave my treasure chest Pot of Gold abandon But leave with my life ....
'She To Me' - by David Wilding
- She is to me Like wool to clouds Like green to grass Like bids to the trees And her face shines Like the brightest star Her hair - it is to me Fine smooth as silk How I WANT to touch To FEEL it run over me And to do those things as before ....
