A lover of classical music and trains, he died to soon.
The lone rider waits
As the landscape speeds by
The conductor collects his fare
For a nonstop trip to destiny
Imagined pictures of perfection
Blend in contrast with images passing by
That Complement dreams with reality
Jumbled into a collage of experiences
Until fact and fantasy seem as one
The Rider bumps and shakes
Unable to depart
No brake line to pull
No saving grace to play
No sliding door to escape
An express ride to eternity
Blessed with flashing scenes
Both pleasant and sad
As the train moves ever faster
Straining to climb that last mountain
The boiler is failing
Fear is uncontained
Praying for the completion
Of this last trip
Of this last dream.
The mountain is climbed
The destination reached
The trains last gasp
Leaves the rider at peace.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-03-16 at 06:38
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Last Train
The lone rider waits
As the landscape speeds by
The conductor collects his fare
For a nonstop trip to destiny
Imagined pictures of perfection
Blend in contrast with images passing by
That Complement dreams with reality
Jumbled into a collage of experiences
Until fact and fantasy seem as one
The Rider bumps and shakes
Unable to depart
No brake line to pull
No saving grace to play
No sliding door to escape
An express ride to eternity
Blessed with flashing scenes
Both pleasant and sad
As the train moves ever faster
Straining to climb that last mountain
The boiler is failing
Fear is uncontained
Praying for the completion
Of this last trip
Of this last dream.
The mountain is climbed
The destination reached
The trains last gasp
Leaves the rider at peace.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 375 times
Written on 2009-03-16 at 06:38
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