Reading my novel, I wait for the train
Dreaming of my destination
I know that I know it must be there
As I keep going from station to station
I can’t keep track of all the end of the lines
That I’ve passed by without a blink
I’ve spent some time at every town
I can imagine of what you must think
I know I’ll know, when it comes up the line
It doesn’t matter what my age
I’ve been riding now for forty years
Soon I’ll turn the page
© 2011 Michael Yost
Falling on deaf ears
Nothing but melancholy
Keeps me company
© 2011 Michael Yost
Spending the feelings harmlessly
Writing it out, then only to burn
Having spent the feelings harmlessly
Writing it out made me learn.
Never speak out angry and hurt
Calm down and disarm
Spend the feelings harmlessly
Write it out without causing alarm.
© 2011 Michael Yost
This is a wonderful song.
via A Writer's Life
Mortality has come upon me
Making my heart skip a beat
Realizing time has an ending
There’s something I’d like to repeat
To live each moment in the present
Enjoying it, as if it were the last
With the future one second forward
Without measuring things from the past
© 2011 Michael Yost
The period ends the sentence.
These words stop here you know.
We all see your repentance;
It’s also time you go.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Resonating reflections of my voice
Hollow echoes of your name
Lighting candles could have been your choice
In lieu of extinguished flames
Thinking that I can read your mind
As if it’s something I could do
To know your feelings though I’m blind
Still thinking you love me too
Instead of putting false hope in gloves
Only to beat myself in blame
Please allow me God to enjoy my love
So I might smile at the sound of her name
© 2011 Michael Yost
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