The lost river

 The riverbed
came all the way up to the bank
a host of wet animals lost and seeking
The train tracks along it, it's rusty clothes

Alien creatures washed up
Sent well dressed anxious beings
rushing into their wagons
thoughtless and relieved

The railway station
That calls the living and the dead
So that they may celebrate the days once lived together
That sacred overlap in existance

The missed opportunity
To get a feel for that unknown rapport
The person in the person
a conversation of raw spirit

The exchange like a train
Dragging along the tracks above the torrent below
The speculation on the scenery distracts us
from knowing whom we truly are

Questions the cowardly heart
disallows you from asking
A heart more like a carriage
The rails keeping your journey mundane

With no view of the river inside you