In response to dVerse poetic Tuesday with Trains and Railway prompt.
This poem I wrote 10 years ago in Slovak language. After I met my husband (almost 4years ago), I shared few of my poems with him. That time my English wasn’t very good and he helped me to adjust some words and lines and added some of his thoughts to the poem. I would love to share this one today, though it’s not a new one.
Co-Authored with my husband Lucien Rowe
I´m standing in a silent shadow of meaningless days.
Though I don´t know if I´m waiting on a miracle,
or on life itself.
I´m looking at the railways of time
“Who knows what they will bring?”
They disappear in the distance like a smile on a face.
They stay mum.
Maybe I´m just raving,
but I heard a train´s whistle in the distance.
It would be a miracle.
This station has long been abandoned; the trains do not come here.
Maybe I´m wrong.
It would be fine.
I´m listening…and looking in the distance of time.
The rustling of the leaves resonates with the whistle.
Finally it comes to me…it comes.
“Will it stop for me? Is there a station for it here?”
I will wait, if it doesn’t the only thing that was lost is fear.
A symphony plays in my soul.
Drowning a thirsty silence,
harmonizing with the sound coming from the railroad.
“There is another whistle!”
I can see the shooting of lights.
It is so close now,
it is breaking, stopping at me.
Finally it is revealed.
While I stare in awe,
stretching out my fingers to feel
the reality that I now see.
I aboard the train and start my journey.
I leave the station of meaningless days,
I will travel for a long, long time
to make true my dreams and wishes.
I know the path, I now it will be hard and tremulous.
Time to time there will be sharp curves
and the speed is dangerous,
but I do not want the journey to end just yet.
That would be the last step of my life.
A step to the station of eternal rest.