Passengers

by Darren Price
(Ponte Vedra, Fl)

This life is like a journey by train,
roaring down tracks never to return again.

Over deep valleys, we rumble through latticed time, I long for you, sweet sublime.

Through green fields passed, every one new, a glance across the car, my curiosity grew.

My interest peaked, I ponder the chance, who I've found in this happenstance.

Exchanging glances across the coach, I steel my nerves before I approach.

I saunter to you, an unhurried pace, searching eagerly, the look on your face.

An exchange of pleasantries, some small chit chat, you smiled, so beside you I sat.

I may sit beside you all the journey through, or sit elsewhere, never truly knowing you.

By your behest, I travel by your side, let's be pleasant passengers for it's too short a ride.