TRAINS
summer’s nighttime dreaming
streaming sweat of discontent
sleep tortured till dawn’s light
and morning breezes
trains weeping
high in the night
as they leave the station
waiting
to take me
to safe hiding places
TRAINS
summer’s nighttime dreaming
streaming sweat of discontent
sleep tortured till dawn’s light
and morning breezes
trains weeping
high in the night
as they leave the station
waiting
to take me
to safe hiding places
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no one will leave you behind
no one will leave you behind
the train may whistle by
but I shall know the guy ...
who is still on ,
in this sojourn called life
so let the destination arrive
as some day
twill...
then only we shall say goodbye...
thanks, my friend, we..
thanks, my friend, we.. commented.
joe
Joe
Once again a write on questions of what is to be????
At our age we know that there is NO hiding place, the train we will catch will be on time and much grander than the Orient Express.
Your ticket will be your love of all things, your fears will be left on the platform for those that are staying behind.
You are not allowed to take many things, fear and all the things that would harm you as a physical being.
The journey can be as long as you wish it to be, and at each station it calls at, you could ask for your best passengers to join you and I need not tell you who.
Things as you have thought will be yours without fear, just a joyous journey, that only they know when your ticket is booked for,
Yours Ian.T
I will take the most precious
I will take the most precious thing I own:me
Dear Joe
I loved your Trains
kudos
short but ever so sweet love that second stanza
love your Jayne xxx
Hey Joe!!
while walking the dogs on the trail under the underpass
I am getting to know some of the drivers..ONR small units
for working the mine picks ups north and back to terminus
here in North Bay
I see the elevated trains in my games about New York
done as realistic as can be
My dad spoke of them last I saw him
He remembered a journey in the thirties with his
mother out west to the prairies
He was dreaming and he woke up in his chair
(his illness kept him there)
and asked me if the porter had come to light the
lanterns
We are all in transit
somewhere
there are always trains
always a journey
Thank You
READ; re-post: TRAINS" BRONX
READ; re-post: TRAINS" BRONX TO MANATTEN, This is a true memory,
thanks, my Jane and Steven
Wow!! the big system!
Our passenger went due to Govt Cutbacks
No more passenger trains
I saw the last few cars going south around the corner
when we first got to the housing units here...
I love ONR and liked riding that train too....
now its just freight... :(
I shall have to read Trains"Bronx
Geremia
Ohh have to go..Lori is having a bird
I walked on the floor with my sneakers
after taking the dogs for walk
Under the Overpass is all sand and now
snow...lits like three lanes wide that beauty
built in 67'
It would be dazzling to ride the real train you
speak of Geremia
Like going to different countries
or planets Ive heard all the neighbourhoods and
undergrounds...They say its miles and miles!!
I was always excited by them and fearful as you
say to miss them too.... I had to sleep overnight
in Toronto once....that was different
Thank You;