The Time Of Trains

Now is the time of trains
Their long, mournful wails
Grieve this dying night

My words - forged for you
Were lost in the El Paso winds
And fell on a city of deaf ears

Our movies and memories - packed
The bed where we made and lost Sophie - gone
Our wilted trees no longer bear fruit

My car - bogged by the burden
Of a leaden heart - pushed East
Where memories fail to bloom

Yet still you glow within
The pilot light of which all flames
Are ignited from and judged against


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