Train of Lost Souls

The sun turned red today,
Black clothes, and I saw you behind my veiled hat.
You cried, you cried, and cried.
The train ran far, and I ran right behind you.

My hands crying out for yours.
This train is not for you. This train is not for you.
I cannot believe that they found you.
My heart turns loose.
My eyes bleed.

Behind scuffled cries, I pleaded.
And still, you took.
I saw the conductor sneering.
Then he smiled wide, he mocked me.
His perfect smile filled with words of death.

My heart: DESPAIR.
No, no, no.
You are riding the train that gives no mercy to life.
RUN!
FLEE!
Do not leave those who love you full of sorrow.
Do not leave so dishonorably, so cowardly.
Don't.

The train rides too fast, and I lay there in the gravel
Tracks beneath me like an altar.
I'll make my prayers.
My heart you take.
Have mercy, have mercy.
For the tears that stream from here,
Come back to me.

-Noemi E. Garcia

For the Twelfth Night, For Thee

It hurts to love you,
For you look me deep;
But all you see is this.

A mask I'm forced to keep,
To be a man, but only because I can be near you;
For I love you, though your words of love I carry to another.

If this disguise be all that permits me your presence, your scent, your smiles,
If it allows me to carry your tears, your fears, and your dreams,
If it is all to hear your voice each day,
Then woman in men's robes I shall be.

By day, by light, your friend, your confidant, a man.
By night, by moon and stars, your lover, your dreamer, a woman.

Lay your laments and heartaches on me,
If only you knew- I wish it was I who you cried for, and pined for, and desired with all your soul.

My love, my love, until you know, and then aftermore,
I will love you as a man and a woman with all of my heart and soul.