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Dune

It may as well be desert
that lies beyond the glass,
instead of being places that I haven't that we pass.
I remember many years ago, when I was only ten
I'd ride upon the train and things were all too different then.

Meadows pass by in the silence of memory
the resonance of color recalled,
that closeness of comfort recovered.

The glass was like a magnet
that drew me to it's source,
the landscape flashing wildly as the vehicle took it's course.
It instilled me with a wonder
an all inspiring awe
I�d sit within the window seat to try and witness more.

The sun would mutate colors
and the world became as one, a blur
I�d turn toward my father, scribbling notes
and we'd confer;
on other forms of travel in the future, present, past
and then comes the saddened feeling at the thought this will not last.

Meadows pass by.
Now the memory of silence,
resonate and pure, echoes the pain of separation
that comfort of closeness lost.

I sit within the window seat
as I have sat before
but the magnet is not strong enough to draw me anymore.

It may as well be desert that lies beyond the glass
instead of being places that I haven't that we pass.
They don't look outside the windows
for they see the glass within
and it's magnet is much stronger than the world has ever been,
we're not conscious of the knowledge of the places that we've seen.

I stare towards the desert
and it's many concrete dunes,
this may as well be Saturn with it's many crescent moons.
This may as well be scribbled, scattered notes upon a train
a single grain of sand within a human window pane.

Written by Xavier-Earl-Jones1

Published 25th Aug 2013

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Re: Dune

Anonymous

25th Aug 2013 9:44pm

Stunning. You have an observational gift that's quite inspiring. I'm so happy you joined the site, it's refreshing to read somebody with your eyes, written in such beautiful cadences, no matter how painful the memories are.

Thank you for the read.

Re: Dune

Xavier-Earl-Jones1

25th Aug 2013 11:44pm

It feels good to have somewhere to call home. I haven't felt so up about writing for a very long time. Thank you for all the hard work in bringing like minds together.