Wednesday, May 02, 2007

The Train Home

First I his sandy hair

Then she his pinked cheek

Our eyes met for a blink

Hers toward morning

Mine the afternoon

It was some kin to sadness

We recognized

Face to face with love

So great it could crush the heart

8 Comments:

Anonymous lillian said...

leaves me wanting to hear more:-)

10:22 AM  
Blogger Reya Mellicker said...

Wow! This is beautiful.

Reminds me of a story by Julio Cortazar, of a man who falls in love with the reflection of a woman on the subway in Paris. Wow. Thank you.

2:17 PM  
Anonymous Natasha said...

I'm reading this over and over . . . a bit of beauty in my afternoon. Thanks -- and thanks for the well wishes on my blog. :)

9:58 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Wow. Makes me want to know the story...

Carol

5:34 AM  
Blogger Cathy said...

Is it HH's birthday?
Wonderful poetry, Richard.

1:09 PM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

lillian ... glad you liked it.

reya ... you're most welcome!

natasha ... and best to you! thanks for stopping in.

carol ... stay tuned carol - the story evolves...

cathy .. no, not a birthday - just a day out. and thanks, I'm glad you like it! thank you.

7:32 PM  
Blogger Lynda said...

Oh - just read that piece a couple of times and now I have an ache in my chest.... a sort of sadness mixed with longing... Great blog - I know Koln well - miss it often.

1:50 AM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Lynda ...

Thank you for stopping in ... I've enjoyed your blog.

7:56 PM  

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