Remembrance (a heartbeat between a pause)

I remember the pink of the sky on the river, the distant thunder of the train the rustling sibilance of leaves the cold on my skin like dry rain. Mid-winter's blue dusk shimmers, the crushing moon against tall, grey trees the cool, red bricks under my feet the cold on my face like a rough breeze. High above the railroad, coursing waves lose their track, their subtle crests move, a mote in bitter muteness the solemn heads rise in silence the cold, a sepulchre, my lungs a rasping caress.