Derelict

 

My weary wheels roll

Winding down

Through graveyards

Of fallen ideals

Broken monuments

To a gilded age

Rusty boxcars

Empty of dreams

My engine asthmatically puffing

Breathing soot

Like a chain smoker

 

Into deep soul night

My whistle fading

Angelic stars balefully gazing

With harp song dirge

Stranded under star fields

Aging in gentle solitude

My ruins settling into soft soil

Junkyard cradle

Silent sunset easing me

 

Bones of yesterday

Scattering into dust

Fossilized memories

Sunk deep in layered pain

The mud of years

Submerging my tears

In blankets of time