21 October 2012
In darkness, when so many times I've fallen underfoot, I was held up. Head over heart. This, once passed, only formed the barrier once two moons had shone.
I return to the grey, in hope of the blue.
One more transition around the moon and I stand on the platform, ready to wave the flag as the other anniversary arrives at its destination.
This is the train whose journey never terminates.
Mourning Train Pt 2 • Opuss № I