The End of the Line

We met in a building 

At the end of the lane 

Where once I sat

Rapt 

Trying to earn a living 

We spoke in was and when

Loving words more than men

It's been a little while 

But I think it's safe to assume I've made a friend 

We've even invented a little game

I wonder what lies ahead 

Our road is yet to be built 

Will I look into your eyes again?

What will I see there?

Evidence of sin or

Proof of love restrained?

As outside the window it rains 

And skyscrapers fall to the accompaniment 

Of explosions

A smile flits across my face 

Howard Roark and John Galt 

Had a vision written in fiction

I see a vision written on your face 

Keep seeing 

Don't go blind

And take me with you

To the end of the line 

The Bilge Master