Love's A Luxury

I sit here waiting for the train to come but the train is late, and the platform empty.
The rain is falling like silver angels in luminous dive that explode and die.
The seats are bare and the wood is dark, like the angry sky around me.
Bluebirds dance between the lines that spark and tangle overhead.

Love's a luxury
and I don't need it.
My heart is empty
don't want to feed it.
Love's for never.
A waste of time.
You keep your love,
I'll keep mine.

Open up the box of thoughts, the chest of memories of family bliss.
See inside a world of things, and actions made for harmony.
Take a trip to distant beaches, eating sand, dead friends features.
Paddle in the icy joy of childhood summers made perfect.

Grasp the door, the trap of sky that leads us to infinity.
Trust is built by giving trust, the moon and sun in Kepler's spiral.
Love is all around Reg said, as magnets give elusuve charity.
The station's full of ghosts and accord.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.