Passing Through: A Poem
No body to slow you
on your travels along the rail
Softly floating to and fro
whispering your exciting tale.
No one to suspect
you’re even in our midst
A cool breath on the air
A sweet tender kiss.
No trials to ponder
tribulations are for yesterday
Bright and light, you traverse
You pass me on your way.
No need to worry
you're showing just a glow
I know that you were here
Free as the wind does blow.
©LMY 4.6.2012