YARMULKES & FITTED CAPS.
I am not the same person who pulled up to that curb. I left her far far behind!
Spirit Train
Towering timbers. Rails on high.
You thunder. By and by.
Standing here. Waiting here.
I hear you coming. Down the tracks.
You thunder. By and by.
I want to hear you pass over me.
I hear you coming. Down the tracks.
Closed eyes. Standing here.
I want to feel you pass over me.
Quivering. Pounding. Shaking.
Closed eyes. Standing here.
Pounding echos deep within.
Quivering. Pounding. Shaking.
I feel Your POWER. I feel Your STRENGTH.
Pounding echos deep within.
Spirit train passing through my soul.
I feel Your POWER. I feel Your STRENGTH.
Standing here. Waiting here.
Spirit train passing through my soul.
Towering timbers. Rails on high.
~Nancy Craig~
© 11-14-13
© 11-14-13
Look at those lips!! Funny! I am sure I was saying the line,
waiting here by the shape of my mouth!
Beautiful poem!!
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