Dream Train
Stream of dreams, a field of white,
touched by the cold of an iron rail,
chugging chugging, moving on,
towards day, towards night,
dream train in a burst of light.
Screams the train, and dreaming on,
in moving, where does thought belong,
or if a moment meets the eye,
the dreaming train might pass a cloud,
once hidden in a misty shroud.
Locomotive motion spun,
the rails of train of dream are set,
to bind the real and loose whats not,
for train of dream is moving on,
and catches thought, and then is gone.
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oh i love this....it reminds
oh i love this....it reminds me of a book i read when i was little. also, do you mean 'chugging'?
oh, yah
chuging, chugging..... yah, thanks!
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