~beyond the mask of yesterday~.

Even the train knows I'm free
The whistle blowing
Into the wind

Beyond the mask of yesterday
A track free from stone wall's
( Free from pitfall's )

The edge was close this time
( I could smell fear
~ within the fear
Itself )

I felt the silence falling
As i watched it disappear
~ the sound returned ,
Loud blessing in my ear

I captured the echoes
And placed them in a jar
( my heartbeat close
to completion )
Neither near nor far

I watch the smoke rise
The whistling of the train
( I'm no longer numb )

The track shall hold my pain

Destination unknown
~ though never in vain

Life is a grand journey
~The sun dried up all the rain

The only sound i hear now
Is the whistling of that train.

Nardine Sanderson 15/03/2015.