The Train

The time flies on by and I am here, A tranquil, fragile soul that is contented, Mustering courage and faith to ride the train of success, I jump on board and I am there. The time flies on by and you are there, Fidgeting, mustering the depth of the soul, Turmoil, trauma, and beguile to ride the train of uncertainty, You leap on board and you are here. Two diverse souls on the train of consideration, The only two deliberating their future, We join hands and feel the warmth, Life is calm, life is love. Friends from a distant past with the future in our path! Love McKay

Vision of a Cluttered Mind

Her eyes peel back and there is darkness, A flutter and a float takes a different fullness, Dipping, draining, forming, the light penetrating, She is there, peering through the wellness. Slivers straiten through the shaft of light, Her body folds and convulses that night, Twisted, flipped, wrapped, the light shined, She is there, contorted, feeling the fright. Moist and sticky, it lies in her spit, It cannot touch her unbend able lip, Torn, shorn, the light is now born, She is there, veiled, bending with hip. The light is consumed……..there is darkness. McKay Wood