At dawn I took the train,
The train to the gates of my own path
In weak light, the steam was transparent
In a sheer puff, it dissappeared in the gentle autumn rain.
It was cold.
And rain persisted.
Violin strings echoed in my head,
And a tragic piano sonata, awfully insistent.
The black and white memories
Or maybe of a sepia tone,
Frail leaves of these past eyes
I left them all.
To dwell in new embraces
The bittersweet taste of change
I awoke together with it,
My thoughts within a free race.
Would I know, this journey would be different?
Different from my dreams, unlike any other?
An ochre parchment with a feather damped in ink
Left upon the desk, is this a farewell?
Soft, the strange dance of the night-time creatures
Alone in the dark, alone in fear
At dawn I took the train,
The train to my sheer destiny.
