Perception

Two train tracks run, their paths forever far,

Each rail and tie laid firm with thoughts of fate.

They stretch away beneath the watching star, 

Yet never share a kiss, nor dare to mate. 

Above, the sky reaches with colours bright,

It mingles soft with waves kissed by the shore, 

A dance that tricks the eyes in fading light, 

Where land and sky together dream for more. 

But what we see is not as it appears,

As trains chase ends, they’ll never quite embrace, 

Our minds, like mirrors, clouded by our fears, 

Reflect a world that wears an unreal face.

In every view, the truth may slip and slide, 

For distance may keep love and the heart tied.