Rail Lines

Taking the steps up
To an empty rail-line
To sit on the bench waiting for the train to come...
Dayflowers line the dirt road
Surrounded by the boughs of oaks,
Old and new among.

The sky is blue,
Clouds are white;
Wait for the line
That comes only at night.

Soon the streetlamps light
Up, the sky with stars awakens.
Sight the engine
Of a dark machine gliding on the rails.

Board the coach
With faithful steps
And sit in an empty car;
No one left.
The engine chugs,
Rhythm churns the mind;
To take it away,
And with rope: it binds.


Everything moves as the landscape changes.
The car's color,
 The passengers leave and gather.
Still sitting as the forest change to beach.
Oceans pass and cities gather
But you stay around as the scenery of desert
Turns to mountains and valleys.
Rather than get off, quiet
The ride goes on
To whatever destination guides.

Soon whispers gather.
Around and around,
Demon's blather
And angel's groan.
Whatever lingered died
And in Rome, Romans
Gathered round the square
To watch us roll by.

Around the world and once again:
Travel here and far
With what used to be men;
The fantasies and nightmares
Back at home
As you roam,
As you roam.

Nod to sleep on the passing's by.
Wake up as you start to cry.
Walk back home
You missed your chance
At adventure, The Train's Romance.

And still...
The sights glide by...
Passing on the rail line...

ISA

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