And then it started;
the midnight express -
the train that trails paths of smoke
through my mind.
Constant journeys
frequent stops;
window-less cabins filled with
thoughts, smiling, like eager passengers
awaiting a station…
So often they wander
up and down the walkways,
the pathways,
softly crafted with ideas shapes, colours…
Only to find You,
a fellow passenger,
another being on this locomotive
attracted to that seat
occupied by your mind
that glows of nirvana
Welcome aboard..
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
And then it started;
the midnight express -
the train that trails paths of smoke
through my mind.
Constant journeys
frequent stops;
window-less cabins filled with
thoughts, smiling, like eager passengers
awaiting a station…
So often they wander
up and down the walkways,
the pathways,
softly crafted with ideas shapes, colours…
Only to find You,
a fellow passenger,
another being on this locomotive
attracted to that seat
occupied by your mind
that glows of nirvana
Welcome aboard..