Dusty Stations

Midnight trains – gloomy tramps,
Lonesome stations dusted with memories.
Banished souls wander in the thoughts -
Sinful beggars, running away from the lust.

How I wish for the moon to drink away my thoughts,
To turn me into emotionless creature with its light.
I want to walk in dark, creepy tunnels
And bury my sacred feelings in a deep grave.

Look! The windows are crying in yellow,
They melt in forlorn beauty.
A cosmic beam is touching the night
And it brings my thoughts back to life.

She burns my flash,
Stealing pieces of my soul.
The wind scatters the ash
So that forgotten flowers can grow again.

Midnight trains – gloomy tramps,
Lonesome stations dusted with memories…