Have you ever watched a moonbeam
as it slid across your windowpane
or struggled with a bit of rain
or danced about the weathervane
or sat along a moving train
and wondered where the train has been

or on a fence with bits of crap
around its bottom
blown there by a windbeam
who searches for the moonbeam
who was last seen

looking at the tracks
of the careless windbeam
or moving to the clacks
of the tireless freight train
and lighting up the sides
of the weathervane
and the bits of rain
and the windowpane
and the eyes of those
who think they saw what happened...

have you ever watched a moonbeam
as it slid across your windowpane
or struggled with a bit of rain
or danced about the weathervane
or sat along a moving train
and wonder where the train has been?

looking at the tracks
of the careless windbeam
or moving to the clacks
of the tireless freight train
and lighting up the sides
of the weathervane
and the bits of rain
and the windowpane
and the eyes of those
who think they saw what happened...?