Moments

When train wheels screech

The plumes of smoke arise

And snowflakes breach

The cold and empty skies

Read to me of wanderers and whims

Of a man who traveled over mountains grim

Of the voices calling him

When billows break

With revelry on stone

When treetops quake

And the ground beneath us groans

Sing to me of wars waged in the night

Of courage true when all hope waned with the light

Of a fallen hero's plight

Oh, oh

When voices cease

And silence holds its ground

When tea leaves steep

And passing thoughts are bound

Sit with me in the warmth of our home

Grateful, God did not will for us to roam

Nor to live our days alone