Somber Skyline Serendipity

The train echo sounded,

Blowing its whistle on the night,

Providing comfort for our silence.

a reminder to let someone

into the corners of our memory.

Down some rusted track; rattling the unconscious

past forgotten streaks of city lights

condensated dew drops

a midnight dream; recovered

with a hint of restlessness

that stirs in the crisp morning air.

Consumed effortlessly by a fire

in a place where home is made

with peace of mind.

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