Walk to Kenwyn

Truro Railway Station Pencarrick

 

 

When there is no room in my life for the past

And see those ballads as wasteful ballast

Care for those castaways who now reside

retracing tracks on the everyday tides

Gazing into the night for lessons undone

on nebular friends responding to none

pointing at stars, walking to dawn

reaching the strand, asleep in the sun.

awake in the Moon clouds, the flutes

meandering echoes call from the trees

time to sleep time to be.

Done