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.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
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.
