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SHANE LIKE I TRAVEL -- ON THE 3;10 TO YUMA
Like "Shane" I go on
Doing whatever good I can
As my eyes scan everyone
As the gaze strains to locate you:
O my beloved, rare one of your gender!
And like the mysterious golden haired woman
In the "3:10 to Yuma" steam engine train
You and I often meet
To see each other and convey our love
That beats for each other in our hearts
Without a word being really spoken
Or those time-stopping moments
Of unfathomable silence
Ever being broken
Till your eyes say: their "sad goodbye"...
From those deeply loving hazel eyes
Leaving me razed and bewildered
With my quiet yet hurtful unending sighs...
I always have you nearest to me
Closest in my heart
Yet I miss the longing I see
In your sad sad eyes...
Before you stop in front of me for a while
Before alighting for the umpteenth time
From the "3:10 to Yuma".
Perhaps a day will come
When I and you will meet and talk
About our soulful longing for each other
On the "3"10 to Yuma"...
Till then I must just watch the sky
That weeps with me on a grief-laden night
Maybe this is what is defined as fate
A mysterious key to a well-locked door
Which even I can't open with all my might
The clouds gather and hover
The rumble and lightning shudder
'cause nothing can ever match
The love I have for you -- a manly love
Pure, constant, true and sublime
Even though the heart has no latch
Yet no other woman can even knock
Let alone try to enter
The waiting chamber of my being
Where only you are awaited
O God's best blessing!
So let me drift once more
Into a timely rendezvous
Into the "Time Passages"
While passing by Casablanca
Crooning "The Year Of The Cat"
Caring a hoot about other sights
That pass me by like an old daily's pages.
Sometimes I may alight to light a cigarette
And like Gene Kelly start singing in the rain...
Till the whistle and hoot of the train hearken
To take my seat for the last destination
The ticket for which I have often taken
From that first rainy night
When you and I met to share the rare feeling
Describing which all pens would be broken.
You are unique and with your well-trained passion
I must keep myself in check too while in motion
On the train where our eyes met and love betrayed
The spiritual divine feelings hidden
And felt by you and even by me
On that thundering rainy night
When we both met each other
While moving on fate's chosen journey
On our old and "faster than fairies"
"3:10 to Yuma"...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on August 31, 2011).
