Paul's Valley Train Station

Agape in a memory  
A spotlight flash on a transient time  
When time was made of seasons  
Winter woods and Summer vines  

I ignite with careful words  
Aiming straight for the insider  
To prove the turnstiles never change  
When they lose their lonely riders  
 
Mama and Daddy  
The poets of the city  
Smoke-Blue-Sky-Glass-Amethyst  
Two lovers in love with the skyline  
She holds the loser anonymous  
 
Now, the Embassy Hotel windows  
Keep their last anniversary  
And through the smog I can feel their want  
Noxious, choking out their need  
 
Each time I make this highway  
Something never new I missed  
But refused to see before  
As blackness mingles in with bliss  
 
Not as a useless observer  
In this hateful world I stared  
But drank the noose and nectar  
From the fruit of death I spared  
 
And so far long before my time  
The love that could have been their daughter  
I killed with bleeding manifests  
So proud to be a martyr  
 
So how can I not say  
When all that ends well does not end  
I could not have shown them worthy  
And sent the love I had to send.