Passing Trains in Winter Rains
"Adrift within a dismal night, while trudging down deserted track,
Beyond the bend, a peering light, illumed alone through vacant black.
Such are the tricks that fate will feign, with passing trains in winter rain.
The darkling sky, sighed, dripping dew, beguiling to the trek anew.
In diamond dusk the demons came, there was no dread, there was no claim,
But distant thoughts will entertain on passing trains in winter rain.
Through shadow’s fog a form appeared, which slowed its pace as morning neared,
A lonesome, meek and wistful thing, a fallen bird with broken wing.
Such are the shapes and weary strain of passing trains in winter rain.
We paused a moment, side by side confronting Fate in eventide.
But Passion’s Pains of yesteryear left youthful Ardor draped in fear -
We had our courses to maintain, like passing trains in winter rain.
I often harken, reaching back, to hear the formless twisted track
Muse “Few have loved though all have toyed inside this vast and vacant void -
The what and why ? At heart, mundane !” We’re passing trains in winter rain ... "
Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".