Neverending Dawn

The silence of screaming trains

Gently pulsating window panes

Crescendos of vibrato

Drumming up a peak


Currents of warmth and


Like water to the vein


Lead their way through

Tips of toes

They swear its for no gain

Emaciated glory!

the Tempest of the story

Is waking up to find the dawn

Doth yet bequeath you with her song

MysticWriter MysticWriter
36-40, F
1 Response Oct 30, 2006

What lovely mental imagery, said he to she!<br />
Concise, tight well thought,<br />
I likem! Dx