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
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
2 comments:
Wonderful poem. Works beautifully with the image.
Allie
Marketing Coordinator
O. Winston Link Museum
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.
JHG
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