Shayari Bazar

It was so late and she’d be sleepingHe came through her home townWith the moonlight on the crossroadsAnd the green light shining downAnd the bell at the railroad crossingAnd the horn from far awayAnd his Silver Eagle passingHalf a mile from where she layAt his feet a sea of facesMake devotions with their loveClap their hands and plead their casesCall for blessings from aboveLike the rolling waves forever massingTo crash and foam and creep awayAnd the Silver Eagle passingHalf a mile from where she layRoad signs flow into the headlightsWhisper names and fall behindHe finds some honor in the darknessHopes for grace and peace of mindAnd he thinks of how they’d lay togetherHe’d run his fingers through her hairAnd he wonders if she’ll everCome to know that he was there