Whistles Awakening Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent wailing wind carrying lone whistles of trains
through the night, traveling through towns and cities
while people sleep soundly unawares.

Lonely, isolated people, awake in the night, tears
falling slowly down their minds as the emptiness of
train whistles awakens memories of their hearts.

A call from the other side of death, embracing a lonely
heart from life, hearing the lonesome ghosts as they
hauntingly come upon minds in memories.

Whistling through the night incessantly, silently touch-
ing hearts of those who have lost the loves of their
lives.

Not knowing how to continue through life, tears flowing
to the sounds of trains passing by, clacking down the
tracks into the night.

Falling into rhythms that hold onto hearts through the
darkness, left over from deaths embrace, leaving not a
trace, hearing only the whistles as they pass by.