Always the journey home that calms me
Zipping by familiar sights
Views that never cease to dazzle
As the train speeds from the city lights
Over a high track suspended over forests
Maple and Oak spread as far as can be
To a place where the sun starts to dip
Enough to set the valley, after the next hill, a blaze
Orange, red, purple and pink, the suns best requiem
Though not every sight is beautiful
A tear was shed for Mother Earth
When passing through a polluted marsh
Water too murky to reflect a shadow flicking by
Deep gashes like open wounds in Earth's flesh
From man's machines, she bleeds soil on a hill side
Outside the city's realm, the stars shone
The moon, like a friend that was lost
Too dark to see, I closed my eyes and slept
Letting the gentle chug of the wheels
And the hum of the engine lull me deeper to dreams
Peacefully dreaming of beautiful things
On that journey home, to the end of the line
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
Always the journey home that calms me
Zipping by familiar sights
Views that never cease to dazzle
As the train speeds from the city lights
Over a high track suspended over forests
Maple and Oak spread as far as can be
To a place where the sun starts to dip
Enough to set the valley, after the next hill, a blaze
Orange, red, purple and pink, the suns best requiem
Though not every sight is beautiful
A tear was shed for Mother Earth
When passing through a polluted marsh
Water too murky to reflect a shadow flicking by
Deep gashes like open wounds in Earth's flesh
From man's machines, she bleeds soil on a hill side
Outside the city's realm, the stars shone
The moon, like a friend that was lost
Too dark to see, I closed my eyes and slept
Letting the gentle chug of the wheels
And the hum of the engine lull me deeper to dreams
Peacefully dreaming of beautiful things
On that journey home, to the end of the line
