The lost train station

 

There still exists, my love, today,
A station lost in hellish lands,
No train has passed along that way,
No wheels have touched those rusted bands.

The rails now slowly turn to rust,
Untouched by any passing wheels,
The wooden ties begin to dust,
A place where time no longer heals.

Once, a train would always stay,
For two lovers, hand in hand,
It carried them so far away,
The happiest across the land.

But now it stands a ruined place,
Where only whispers haunt the air,
The wind howls through its empty space,
Beneath a dim and distant glare.
 
25.02.1995
9:15