The Train of Life

Night has fallen
And the clouds hide
The sky under curtains of grey
Depriving trees
Of warm legendary lights
It is Friday night
And I am sitting
Waiting
Waiting for old days
To pop on the metallic seat
Next to me and say hello
I am waiting
For the train of life
That will surely
Take me away
Towards elder times
Lights are dim
After all this is a train station
I hope they stay so
Past and future cannot
Be divorced
Like
Black and white
Death and life
Tarot and plans
Madness and reason
Two sides of the walls and coins of
The castle of destinies above
A train tells me
Goodbye that
Sounds like Good Day
Another tells me
Good Day
And I hear the
Train of Death
Ringing the local church
Night has fallen
On the platform
And I cry for the
Pains of yesterday
I recall old days
And call for the new ones
Of tomorrow
I am waiting
Yet
I have to go
It is almost day
My train has
Landed on my platform
My bitter days have entered me
And I am allowed
A ticket for my next station


Irène Corso, Namur & Celles, 2 de Noviembre 2007