I am lying on the earth, my ear is to the track; I’m...

I am lying on the earth, my ear is to the track; I’m waiting for the sounds, that say you’re coming back. I’ve seen so many sunsets, I’ve seen the colored skies; I want to see the day fade, and my reflection in your eyes.

My ear is on the train track, my body is on the ground; I’ve been listening so Very long, but I do not hear a sound. (at The Head Lane Homestead)