Train-rides of Yesterday

Minds thunder, storms brew
as avalanches fall between
these thoughts with crevices
into streams, which wash away
all such debris, that piles up
into a dam…. of reality.

Tumbled sticks – now fallen logs
once solid memories
deep roots…. of family trees.

Where are the sons and
petaled daughters
colours of the sky
as I watch the moon.

Hold my arm and kiss my hand
forget the time of age
for butterflies and dragons
stars and numbered days
circles full of friends – and
train-rides of yesterday.