Tracks

About the past

Coming from the faraway distance

then going another faraway

direction

2 parallel lines

once conveyed

forceful gales

through this open

quiet terrain

mottled rust has locked away

long periods of chattering days

silence

like vines growing wild

secretly covering time and space

2 young figures

2 hands held tight together

2 egrets

a sunset like brass

a ladder of love that extends faraway

into the unknown

roads traveled

illuminated by the whistling past

events in the past

just like derelict railway tracks

overgrown with discolored grass.