Tableau
A place far away,
Mountains that stretch
To Heaven itself
Fields of endless green
The soft, crisp air,
filling your nostrils
Freezing your skin
A hue of yellow, green and white
A brief glimpse,
You cannot stay
The mountains
reach to the skies,
Where air is scant
And breath leaves you,
And the soul is taken
Watching now
from that fast-moving car
on a shaky railway train,
The mountains from far away
seem to pull you
Their majesty
Like judging gods,
before mortals in Elysium
(as those fields seemed to be)
We move, I move
but the land is endless
and suspended in time,
Untapped, untempered,
unhindered, untouched
I am locked in a prison
of this railway car
While my eyes are only solace
To touch the green and yellow
and the white
Of that place far away