My unfinished poem
My unfinished poem
Is waiting for the train of life
In the shining rain
Before my journey can begin...
I stand with
Derailed train of thought
Terminal and destination
Unclear, as yet not distinct
The journey's hesitation
What yet might be wrought
Unfinished poem, first breath
Perhaps the shining rain
Blurs sight, clouds the mind
But I stand and drink it in
Each silver drop a tear
Shining on my face a grin
Light where I new visions find
True resolve to o'ercome pain.
In that shining rain I roam
The train of life moves smoothly on
The journey yet may lead me home
Past the stations and the stops
Of this unfinished poem
Until the goal is safely won
And I at peace become.
For now I'm waiting....
© December 31, 2007, Albert K. Jungers, All Rights reserved
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