Poetry of thought

Kneel

Meet me at the train tracks
Where meaning can be null
We can not cross, we know.
But feeling is never dull.

I'll be there standing right accross.
When the train flies by I'll flicker.
The last car passes
You'll see I am a tricker.

I'm just farther past
Asking you to join me.
And when you do I'll rise
Looking just to see.

Your presence is rewarding
But your touch I'll never feel
Perhaps one day we'll cross
And together we will kneel.