#poetry
in the shadow of the windmill
i need to get away and i've always loved trains
but a train won't save me now
only take me to another station
on the road to golgotha
in the shadow of the windmill
i need to get away and i've always loved trains
but a train won't save me now
only take me to another station
on the road to golgotha
all the trains are sleeping anyway
confined in the infinite evening
of a dangerous summer adorned with
pale flowers and the leftover songs of sailors not sailing
confined in the infinite evening
of a dangerous summer adorned with
pale flowers and the leftover songs of sailors not sailing
even when i go out safe and alone
looking for you in the darkness
of the infinite evening
the heretic stars refuse to shine
looking for you in the darkness
of the infinite evening
the heretic stars refuse to shine
love is hidden in the four corners of history
in the silence of arthropods that feast on mortality
and even as i call your name
the darkness of the infinite evening swallows my words
in the silence of arthropods that feast on mortality
and even as i call your name
the darkness of the infinite evening swallows my words
hanging in a sky clotted with tears
and scented not by the pale flowers
of this dangerous summer but the earthy perfume
of a pale rider laughing softly in his saddle
© 2020 RC deWinter
Published in Night Picnic Journal, Volume 4, Issue 1, February 2021 @nightpicnic_llc
and scented not by the pale flowers
of this dangerous summer but the earthy perfume
of a pale rider laughing softly in his saddle
© 2020 RC deWinter
Published in Night Picnic Journal, Volume 4, Issue 1, February 2021 @nightpicnic_llc
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