Until You Pass Through It
as the horizon paints into the dews,
the train hurries down the track,
its wheels chiming a rhythm,
the train stretches towards me,
orchestrating the air round my chin,
as if tempting me to join along.
it makes it seem as though it’s the last meet,
to jump in and immerse into the decision through the abyss,
what comes or not comes yet, moments to tell.
a distant path remains forever unclear,
until you pass through it.
