You show me
The two lines of smoke
Made by rockets
Crossing each other
In the sky.
At the railway junction
You are fascinated
By the zigzag lines
Crossing, recrossing
Endless times.
I wonder
Why you never notice
The two train lines
Merging into one
Or the smoky lines
Close to each other
Expanding
To become one
Before
They finally vanish
Into nothingness.
Don't you realise
The crossing lines
Seeming to part for ever
Meet in the eternal tryst
Somewhere?