Shadows of the freight line

Engines murmur low beneath the metal of my feet,

A quiet pulse that settles where the vast horizons meet.

Steel-slide whispers downward through the cold and empty sway,

Tracing every wandering thought I lost along the way.

Static curls along the rail,

Soft as secrets grown too stale.

A distant sax begins to trail—

Like breath across a dream gone pale.

Shadows on the freightline,

Trailing far beyond the fault of time.

Each note drifts out in a broken rhyme—

A whispered truth I can’t define.

Saxophone sighs low, a voice I almost recognize,

Filling out the spaces where regret and promise lie.

Cargo shifts behind me like a restless memory,

And the open-tuned reflection hums a lonely elegy.

Half a heartbeat, half a plea,

Carried through the air to me.

Every tone a quiet key—

Unlocking what I meant to be.

Shadows on the freightline,

Moving soft through the cosmic brine.

Echoes stretch in a fractured line—

Reaching toward a distant sign.

[Bridge] – Sax Feature

The sax leans into the silence with a trembling, human ache,

Breathing warmth into the cold that the vacuum couldn’t break.

Notes bend slow like footsteps from a life I left behind,

Falling through the starlit dark in patterns undefined.

Shadows on the freightline,

Walking close though the road’s not mine.

Let the sax fade out in a slow decline—

And carry what I can’t consign.