Train of ThoughtA Poem by H McGI take night. Let starless
ecstasy course through my veins, As out of the silent din drifts a
distant whistling sound. I scramble through the window
into arcane darkness, And board the steam train,
knowing not what I am or where I am bound. I dare not tread in a world of
sleep, For a dream once trampled is
empty, cheap.
My train races on past tor and
glen, As my tender locomotive guides
her through; Writhing, gliding stainless steel, Skipping rungs, as dreamers do. But tonight I am not along for
the ride For my heart is the engine that
powers my mind.
The stark moon spotlights my
destination, And I hear the horn’s futile
serenade As I tear past your bedroom
window, Flagging fierce, to no avail. You do not move, you hardly stir; Are you on a train.... visiting her?
Dawn seeps over the slanting
rooftops, I feel a fool but still I wonder; How wonderful my dreams would be If a
different train would come for me. © 2014 H McGAuthor's Note
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