The Eyes of the Locomotive Watched
Scattering like mice, the pellets of their compassionate hearts fell like molten silver:
With Angels
mourning Pain
and forming train tracks
From their tears.
The Sun's rays stretched with exceptionally elongated fingers this morning. The Light cast revealed clarity upon this City of hardened lava and twinkling Faith. And as the worker-bees buzzed, their bodies found balance on ice slippery and melting beneath their worn skates.
Spring emerged and it gave them Strength to keep moving.
The surface greeting of crystals ascending from Heaven glared brightly back against the weakening sadness. Good was illuminated and it bathed the Bad in new Blood born from Water pooling.
And as Humanity cut its figure eight, infinite Hope resounded like a Lion's roar:
It travels one-way
He said
But
They passed
In different directions
Bodies in-motion
Around blind curves and
Stopping
At a railroad crossing formed
From
The heat of Fear
As Time was paused
Enveloping itself
And they took a breath
Cleansing the Past and
Considering the Future
Giving back with
Unconditional love
As the boxcars rocked
And leading them
Towards
A brighter Way