On our ways…

There are journeys that I have made..
To places at the end of time,
At the end of world and
Where you cannot hear voices over the
Constant roar of a waterfall.
Or like tonight.
Journeys that abruptly fall like rain
On tin roof.
Or maybe like autumn leaves scattered
On our pathways ..
Some journeys are destinations
That once we reach ,or crave
Or waste our hearts upon…
Seems lost in dust…
We then let the spectres of the world we found
Into a void
And stand in an empty station
For a nighttime train to carry us through.