Pride’s Crossing
Where the railroad meets the sea,
I recognize her hand.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
her hair is as intricate as a thumbprint.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
her name is the threshold of sleep.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
it takes all night to get there.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
you have stepped over the barrier.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
you will understand afterwards.
Where the railroad meets the sea,
Where the railroad meets the sea—
I know only that our paths lie together,
and you cannot endure if you remain alone.