L C Vieira

(Lisbon, Portugal)

I Am The Train To Allanwater

I am the train to Allanwater
rolling towards the north,
smooth curves along the landscape
rich as a woman's worth.
I am the dreams of tomorrow,
the hope of yesterday,
I am the Florida couple
and Germans on today.

I am the broken dead trees
and squealing of the brakes,
I am the dressed-up forest,
a wedding of cliffs and lakes.
I am the window we longed for,
the door we left behind,
I am the arms that rock you
as tracks and hours unwind.

I am the rocks of Sudbury
that break the toughest hold,
I am the baggage carried,
that exits with each soul.
I am the distant hunger
of wildness calling to
the wolves of concrete jungles
to risk a change anew.

I am the proud old cabin
beside the sign that waits,
I am the bear who tests each heart,
but usually hesitates.
I am the one who stands here
and walks Ojibwa walk.
I am the fish which calls you
when lesser men it mocks.

I am the strongest Pike that fought,
and fate let luck decide,
still swimming 'round sweet Walleye's eyes,
from long lost fillets fried.
I am new oil and herbed crumbs,
wine shared in one as One,
and pasta mixed with sticks and ash
as Moon dismisses Sun.

I am the primal howl we send
across the universe,
though loons reply with anxiousness
that we are only guests.
Still Island is our island
where greenest moss is deep,
a bed to lay our passions,
and secrets share and keep.

I am the power caught in weeds,
the boat which plays with us,
I am the Monstro Legend
below the bridge abyss.
I am the rockiest latrine
where nakedness we share,
joined hand in hand on shore or woods,
hearts locked from any stare.

I am the train to Allanwater
where oldest things are owned.
I am the gift you gave to me
that broke the ancient stone.
I am the new growth in the woods
where lichen flowers bloom,
the tiny redness I'd have missed
if I'd have missed that room.

I am the spider whose lost his babes
when I just did not know,
but humbled by my careless step,
I beg his mercy so.
Your woods and lake are my true home,
for that's where you are now,
and where you are is close in me,
and blessings we allow.

I am the train to Allanwater
and on it I do ride,
with heart and soul and mind and strength,
forever by your side.


Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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