Boxcars and freight trains

Searching for shorelines, westward

Writing fortunes on scraps of paper, letting thumb and finger go

Pen strokes flutter, melding with the past

I hear singing along tree lined roads



Between beams, the song of birds

The view inside, the blue above, connect

Release, it’s time, our blessings go with you

Reuniting souls wait patiently

Greeted crossings shine warm familiar voices

Yesterday’s Release

Come see for yourself

Where casted shadows on blank walls

Find themselves amidst rusted silhouettes

Tiptoeing along fields of painted brushstrokes

Jumping from void to void, footprints overlapping what was

Redefining yesterday’s recollection

Erasing familiar feelings stirred by patinaed voices

Understanding that moments can exist after currents find outlets that flow to open seas