Stationary Traveller

The high tides blowing the sea-shore
A young girl dancing on the perishing sand
Like trains passing by fairylands
And shiny spotlight on dark faces

The mirage of a sun bouncing off
the cliffs of forbidden mountains
A lonely cycle stand at the corner of the earth
A Sudden cry of a deceased mother

The sound of wheels on rail
A sense of belonging among the mortals
Fireworks in the sky and laughter all around
The moments captured through an empty mind

Shaking off a dream, on Santa's wheels
Over the hills and far away into the sea
Time to cherish all worldy pleasures
Treasuring the two sticks of bone in the body

~Inspired From Camel's Stationary Traveller