Endless Rails – Sonnet
Conductor please, I’ll buy a ticket sir,
one with a window and reclining seat
of leather, ashen white, to rest my eyes.
Caress cut crystal bronzed with fine liqueur -
accentuates heart’s rhythm of repeat;
across split rails of iron laden tracks.
Bequeath my soul to wander boundless skies,
eternity unburdened I prefer;
and leave behind cruel visions of defeat.
These fleeting images across sunrise -
through railway tunnels never looking back;
on restful rails of vast suspended time.
Discover hidden truth for which I lack.
Upon this train, towards endless, I shall climb.
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
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