Lights to a Promised Home

The lights will dim
as you walk alone
                down streets
                       that lead you to
                            a promised home

 
Should have seen it
from miles ahead
                now you feel
                       it slipping 
                           from fists instead


You look at horizons 

glumly from the shore
                what bad things
                      have you done                

                           not heard before

Sit with me a while
tell me where you're from
               you must be tired 

                      of ghosts from
                          whom you run

                                 
The curfew is over
still the streets are bare
              it doesn't seem 

                      like the birds or 

                             dogs will care


You should have told her
that you loved her once
            now she's asking 
                   someone else to 

                            the dance

The Station is empty 
but tracks go somewhere
            trains still run over
                     souls looking for
                             lost things there

Will you find them where
you left them long ago
           or are you like

                    the rest of us
                            who'll never know

Atlantic City Railroad Unknown at Cape May Town, New Jersey

Frank Holder

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