At sunrise she walked up to a police officer and cautiously asked, " Sir, I'm looking for the train station, to leave this disheartening place, do you know the way? "
The large, stoic cop looked upon her and replied, " You ask me about the Way. I answer you: you know the way, it's written upon the heart."
With that, he was gone.
She felt the fog of uncertainty. The early morning mist covered all seen.
Then a train whistle, closer than can be imagined, blew, as if a song of longing, calling out to the lost.
A smile crossed her parting lips. She moved forward. In the dawning light, mingled with dense fog of the passing night, she found what she sought.
On the train, safely seated, she gazed out the window of the past. Through the fog, mist and haze she thought the only thing she could be sure she saw was one lonely police officer, looking now for all the world as if an angel, giving directions of hope and trust.
She waved goodbye.
Hey, Smoky! Reading this and seeing the date it was posted makes me realize how infrequently I’ve been in PH and how long it’s been since I’ve checked on what you’ve been up to with your writing. As to this, it feels like it’s from a dream. Planned or not, it’d be hard to come up with better images than “the train whistle... as if a song of longing” and “she gazed out the window of the past.” Hoping you’re well, Glen
such a nice piece of work, Smoky Hoss. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
Great write feeling depth a story deep and yet uplifting enjoyed
A little snippet of thought of food for the mind. Enjoyed the imagery in this one Smoky. Good read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It makes a very interesting reading. Don't like to miss a line. So good. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.