Train to Rome - Birch Book

I watch the silt of my desire

Settle to an unquiet fire

While my loaded feet watch the ways go by

They will not roam on a train to Rome

In the dark my mind unties

With swollen thoughts of brown wide eyes

Amid the rush, possibilities arise

Glimpsed, then gone, on a train to Rome

A train to Rome;

on a train to Rome

Glimpsed, then gone, on a train to Rome

From Leipzig to Milan

I leaned on you;

you held my hand

But ours like all the journeys they will end

You continue on alone for a train to Rome

I’ll need to get on to Amsterdam

To catch a plane;

to keep a plan

But with a homeless heart held in my hand

All my home is on a train to Rome

A train to Rome;

on a train to Rome

All my home is on a train to Rome

From unparted lips a quiet moan

An aching gut and empty bones

For the skin I’ll never touch alone

Torn from my own on a train to Rome

A train to Rome;

on a train to Rome

Torn from my own for a train to Rome

I watch the silt of my desire

Settle to an unquiet fire

While my loaded feet watch the ways go by

They will not roam on a train to Rome