Cheshire Cat

Like a Cheshire Cat, I waltzed into your life:
all smile and very little substance
You did not reject, flee, or retreat
Instead you taught me

You said “I believe in you”
I said “Thanks” – slowly materializing…

Night Train

This train rode only at night
It had no windows and it had no doors
No other load than the dreams of passengers
it never carried in it’s darkened hull
Its cargo laden with the absent bodies
of the travellers it never held.

This train bore no speed and no direction
conveyed no desire but that of indifference
This train was hitched to nothing but itself
and carried onward through night’s thick shadows
for no more reason than the rails were there
and no more conscience than the rails themselves.

This was not a train of meaning or destiny
It was a train of accident, mere chance
This train just happened and will happen again,
and every time it will not mean a thing.
On every time its nightly darkened shadow
will seem to us a message or a curse

waiting

I wait for you to save me
but it is all in vain
You gaze upon the waters
ignoring my outstretched hand
lost in thought, your eyes
fixed upon the furious sea
do not see my sinking boat
You shove aside my hanging body
for better fruits in the same tree
I wait for you and die
over and over again
waiting is my only life
and yet I mind ending it now?