The Come & Go Girl

Rest here in Turner's wave,
All bleary eyed the radio plays,
My hands fixed to the wheel as
The sun spreads out and yawns
Across the Come and Go Town.
Streets lined with former glory
And beggars preaching sadness.
The Come and Go Town is where I live,
On the outskirts of a city,
I met a Come and Go Girl,
And could not believe my eyes,
She was like I.
Mind blowing cosmic chances
Invaded our solidarity,
Kicked up leaves in the park,
Caught ice-cream for a dance,
Sat cross-legged playing games
Everybody said were outdated.
We were meeting on a distant nebula,
And the sparks flew up into the night.

But she was a Come and Go Girl.
She came and now she goes.

One day I will leave here also,
The constant state of flux will be kept
In balance to the tunes of voices
Raised in praise and singing of some
Grace that keeps flowing, abundant
And unknowing into the people of
This Come and Go Town,
Rebirthed in righteousness,
Kept constant by threads of entwining love
That is heartfelt and neverending.

For all that I know,
They will come and they will go...
But things that remain are still,
Enduring like the very air that
Flies me away.
 

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Very nice. I wonder where this come and go town is? if it is anything like Vegas then i can relate. thanks for sharing.

[Lorraine]

Wow this was amazingly written. I like the lyrical way it was written, and of course the concept was also brilliant. The sad indifference of its tone was wonderfully played. Great Poem.

Keep Writing. ^__^