when a train honks its horn.
on a calm quiet night.
the sound is less like sound waves.
but sounds more like light.
it sends a wave of ruckus.
that bounces here and there.
then somehow switches on so brightly.
it illuminates the air.
it fades just light a sunset.
so loud and then so soft.
and when its gone the insects play.
in darkness as you loft.
a firefly of some sort.
the train now passes on.
to bring with it a light so bright.
i had to write a song.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
when a train honks its horn.
on a calm quiet night.
the sound is less like sound waves.
but sounds more like light.
it sends a wave of ruckus.
that bounces here and there.
then somehow switches on so brightly.
it illuminates the air.
it fades just light a sunset.
so loud and then so soft.
and when its gone the insects play.
in darkness as you loft.
a firefly of some sort.
the train now passes on.
to bring with it a light so bright.
i had to write a song.
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