Charl JF Cilliers
Journeys - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
No longer is there a train
that goes steaming by
and yet I still see the red coals glowing
against the morning sky.
Dreams are longer than journeys,
I know, but I don’t know why.
Just keep seeing the embers glowing
against the morning sky
in dreams that are so much longer
than the journeys that pass me by.
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