Friday, September 19, 2008

the light at the end of the tunnel

The Passenger

there's a hellbound train
passing through my sleep

splits the dark, the dream
with steel rail rumble

shaking, waking
from station to station

where my soul waits
in shivers of cold blue light

trying to get to Heaven
and the warmth of the sun

the light at the end of the tunnel

photo by o. winston link


Marketing Coordinator said...

Wonderful poem. Works beautifully with the image.

Marketing Coordinator
O. Winston Link Museum

j.h.goertel said...

thank you.

is it okay to use this image? i am a big fan of his work. if not, i will go without an image.