May 3, 2017

Distant Trains

Our wind chimes

finally fall silent

around five,

stranding me

on the edge

of my dreams.

I still hear

the faint wail

of distant trains,

on their way

to a distant sleep,

dragging silence 

in their wake.

Fresh-cut oranges

flood my dreams,

a thin blanket

keeps me warm,

summer follows

on the heels of spring.

Car alarms go off

somewhere close by,

darkness still hanging

over morning sky.

My heavy eyes

plot their escape,

a colorless dawn

left to come awake.