October chill

Painting The Flying Scotsman by Norman Wilkinson

October's chill is calling,
Fog is rolling and crickets sigh.

The train whistle sings out -
Wheels clack in the mid-of-night.
Stay on track in the mourning night.

There's always something moving - even the drowsy lark.
There's always changes coming - even in the deepest dark.

True happiness can't be kept apart, from arms that reach this wide.
Those arms will embrace this whole sad world, and touch joy's great divide.

Cause' there's always someone walking - in the sweaty heat of life.
There's always someone moving - shifting between dark and bright.

All wandering souls aren't' lost when remembering their cause.
Of holding hope tight in the darkest night
or the cold of an early frost.

Hold on love; don't let go, even when daybreak is coming slow.
Even shimmers of light should be proof, of what is real and what is truth.

Cause' there's always someone trying - to tell you that you're done.
There's always someone saying – you've lost and it can't be won.

Don't heed those words of worry.
Don't let them hold you down.
Look to the morning's promise and find your standing in the sun.

Look east and keep on walking - you'll find you're walking in the sun.

You're journeys not yet over - It's only just the dawn.

T.L. Eastman/copyright August 09'