By Riane Bayne
I saw you in the past
Running alongside the train tracks.
A chaste little boy in blue.
Chasing things far bigger than yourself.
I saw you in the past.
Walking alongside the train tracks.
A young man in brown
gripping your ticket and beaten briefcase;
derailed by the sight
of that final train.
I saw you in the past
Waiting on the tracks
Looking longingly at the sun.
A man in grey,
eyes filled with moisture
as you lie down
waiting to stain the tracks.
You look at me.
Eyes brimming with wax
as I become more lucid.
An empty man in white
reaching.
You rise up.
Our hands meet.
Souls weave into one.
artist note-
This final work is about a man from this childhood to his death, being told through color symbolism and coming of age themes.