IN MOTION

In motion I am on my way
A city I leave behind
Lights like fireflies dance
In the distance,
each one fading farther away
Autumn in It's last day...

I am aware looking out my widow
I sit in my chair making
Sense of my view,
The train askew sitting on it's tracks
Set to my destination,
She is waiting at her station
She is who I want to see...

The weekend is upon us
Wars we will wage
in love and lust
Before death, before dust
We will create memories
of smiles and trust
Her love has brushed my soul

And so I sit in my chair
Train askew set to it's destination
She in waiting at her station...

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Not an average writer,but a good one.Like the way you combine observations
with personal feeling.Like too the repeat of the chair image,gives the poem unity.
Good work.

[LadyCardiac]

Awww thats really sweet minus the death. Though i've been told many a times that you don't really love some one until you've contemplated murder. If anything i say thats just lust when set on fire. Either way a beautiful write as always. Hope "you" reach your destination safely to your lady in waiting.

[Cassie Fraga]

aaaaawwww.... a reuniting with love... such a touching piece!!
very nice write Rene!!