Sweet lady with our sweeter son
read to the boy in bed
have words of wisdom, sage and true
dance in his sleepy head
for in the sky sweet child and I
will paint a poet's dream
and though the day
will make its way
our stars will always gleam

Golden landscape passing by
Lays a curse upon my eye
For golden landscapes never should
Be gazed upon then gone for good

A honeyed sun
A moonlit plain
Should never not be seen again

For rain to pain
Or sun on plain
Both make a sight which shan’t remain

And train through plain
Shows great disdain
For golden glows in poet’s brain

Too quick the trip
Barely a nip
I wish to see the world unstripped

Take me there
To landscapes where
I’ll sit and live life’s golden share

For the tracks go on
But beauty remains
Why not I too?
Because the trains.