THE MOST FIERCE PHANTOM ON RAILWAY TRACK

Moon, isn't a dream,

But to find a way forward.

We need to advance along our track,

With the strong hold of a memory scheme.

Your tight embrace, octopus's chest, I gasp.

My eyes popping out in this foggy breme.

Fog, please let us run alone!

I am broken by thousands of

Worried passengers, overblown.

O Fog! Oath of the dark night.

Let loose a little to reach

The destination safely without further fright.

The eyes are bare and dazzled,

And blinded by the obsession 

With your charming cloak.

Bathed in moonlight,

Terrible phantom float,

Nothing in front but emptiness and frazzled.

I can go on and on for miles and miles,

By gazing at the signage for crew.

But a prevailing foggy ghost

Spreading its coldness and wrath

On the slippery and crooked track

Makes it not a dream way, it's true.

The silvery particles of mist

Add to the nightmarish night

And may turn a thousand hopes

Into reckless mirage and clog.

Do they know how many dreams

Are buried because of this fog?

Poets may delight

And fall in love with mist,

On a new winter morning.

Alas! We, the pilots, are not.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing dance of thoughts and questions. The mist of life can slow us down and create dangerous situations. I liked the strength of the words written. You made the reader ponder many things. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

As long as you are on the right track, you can reach your destination.
You can be guided by the moon, stars and so forth. Watch out from strange mists and fogs.
They all can cloud your plan.
Very powerful poem.

[Soren]

This poem points out different points of view of the same situation. A great metaphor with track leading us on and also polarizing our view.