A picture caught, by an obscure camera.

The locomotive
Being stationary
At a deserted platform
Started moving on,
Sending smoke
Into the air,
And there
Like an adage
Spelled the knight
'Hang on...'

And his love,
Hung there
Stretching her arms,
For her knight,
Trying to get hold
Of dreams,
From falling off the locomotive,
Which just chugged on...

The picture was something like that,
Caught by a camera,
Obscured.

(Note: the photograph attached was taken by an anonymous photographer, titled December Sun)