I wake again
as dawn’s first train
runs screaming
through the darkness –
here I am
remember me
again
I lie awake
for moments then
as echoes of returning –
stretched to fill the distance
caught between
The morning air
much sweeter here –
not much is left of winter
already there are whispers
take me home
Twig and tail
of wing-ed gods –
tiptoe to the timbers
longing come of spring –
apprentice song
Trailing light
betrays the night –
dew in silence glistens
where fell the stars
remember me
as wishes
on the lawn
sweeter here
30 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
tornadoday 
Wow, I appreciate your wonderful commentary on a reblogged post I had treasure at my own blog. So glad to find you this way, for I am just blown away by your “waking up” poem here. I live near enough a train track (very bush with commerical shipments, I am pleased to say!) that I can related to exactly how the author of this poem feels almost every pre-dawn of my days. “Remember me” is such a great prayer to being the day, isn’t it! Wondrous writing you do!
As of late, I’ve slept with the windows open and though I can normally hear them – well, now they sound like they’re coming through the window with their lonely cries – twice a night. Funny to think that the tracks are actually about five miles away, but in the dark of night, there are less other sounds to compete with. Similar to the way a single flame can shine for miles in the dark. Moments when time falls away…… Thank you!
Some lovely concepts in this, thanks for sharing it.
You’re so welcome……… That’s the only problem with leaving the windows open – the night can hardly resist the temptation!
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