coeur de pirate

I roll with the train tracks,
and pause to catch strains of sun that shift and plummet on my skin.

The window shows me the day passing over the land,
and dreams come quickly here.

I am a dreamer,
it's what I do.

I stay inside and wonder at the romance of my mind...
learning the secrets of loneliness and depth of imagination.

I have the coeur de pirate... in my dreams.
The gentle chug of the train pillows my ship, and I am lost.

Her body is tattooed with maps of unknowable places and faces.
She engulfs me, rocks me steady.

The horizon before me stretches like golden blue canvas.
It hurts so good.

I am secretly afraid. Trembling at every breeze, every wave...
I don't know how to not steer the course...
I don't understand that.

I realize...
it isn't enough just to dream.
But it's a start.