Monday 4 March 2013

Catching The Night Train



Sitting here
On the night train,
Rushing and hushing through the dark,
And leaving you behind.
Raindrops, like tribal markings,
Obscure my view
Upon the dark glass on which I sigh.
An apricot dawn breaks and
Embraces the horizon.
You lied
When you said I was your beginning
And your ending.
I made you the owner of my heart
As you held my hand in yours.
But time spelt out the truth
And you were careless with my gift;
My love.
The sun rises, bringing clarity
To sight and thoughts.
Gazing at the passing trees, with leaves
Waving like Tibetan prayer flags,
I understand.
I only leant you my heart,
It’s not yours to keep.


Angela Barton

6 comments:

  1. That's so lovely and poignant, Ange. I love travelling by train.

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  2. Me too Rosemary - if I manage to get a seat! Hope you're well and thank you for commenting. xx

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  3. That's really nice, I'd love to be able to write like that x

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  4. I enjoyed that whilst I tucked into tea and cake.
    Lost love, so sad...

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  5. That is so kind of you Gina. Thank you. xx

    Lovely to hear from you Maria. Let me know when you're free and I'll head to Leicester to share some of that cake with you!! xx

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  6. That is so kind of you Gina. Thank you. xx

    Lovely to hear from you Maria. Let me know when you're free and I'll head to Leicester to share some of that cake with you!! xx

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