Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Crossing


How, at dawn, you open your window
to let the spirits in,

and how they pause, like you,
at the far-off sound of a passing train,

then lead you out again.



4 comments:

timoebasilico said...

This is so beautiful William, the sounds of the trains tell everything in this poem for me. I have had a very deep feeling with my self as a read this

your sensibility it's without cinfines

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, dear Laura....

Jan said...

William, you have given me a beautiful gift with these wonderful words...I love the sound of a train in the distance through an open window and I am going to see wonderful spirits coming through my windows with each and every breeze this whole summer...thank you!!!

Hugs

William Michaelian said...

I’m glad you feel that way, Jan. And I thank you!