Catching a midnight train

I came across this poem that I wrote a few years ago while going through metamorphosis and decided to share it with you:

I’m packing my bags for a midnight runaway train

Better vacate this box in the night

Avoid stares of inquisitive acquaintances

I’m trading my shame of hopeless eviction

Gotta get out of these empty promises

Spring clean illusions disguised in hope

Unchain my thoughts and fly free

Freedom train is calling

Howling for my reasoning

Gotta break away

Can’t find comfort in these shackles

Key is in my locket chain close to my heart

Can’t stand the pain of this bondage

It’s been too long

I’m turning off the blues of uneasy comfort

Been trying to fix this house for too long

Better hurry before it’s too late

Midnight freedom train is howling

And beautiful dawn awaits me on the other side

COME WITH ME, MY BELOVED

On Valentine's Day I attended a Sisterhood event with the theme “Come with me, My Beloved”, which is extracted from this biblical scripture in Songs of Solomon:

My beloved spoke and said to me,

“Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one, come with me.

See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one, come with me.”

What a beautiful invitation to a new season! I then did some more reading of my own and was attracted to this:

How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
    not one of them is alone.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle
    that browse among the lilies.
Until the day breaks
    and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
    and to the hill of incense.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
    there is no flaw in you.

If this isn't romantic poetry, I don’t know what is.