Through a world prism shine <br /> of a moment glass divine, <br />looking out from the train <br /> sweeping on past driving rain, <br />to move in motion, <br /> swim in lotion, <br />past fields in flower, <br /> spiral tower, <br />on the ever nostalgic train <br /> noise arise to deaden the brain. <br /> <br />Yellow train dash on sight <br /> through wild tempest and the night, <br />one of the company died in vain <br /> yet none could speak to tell his name, <br />yellow train wheels on rails <br /> of an old worn track rusty trails, <br />days in simple seconds fly <br /> like to the sound of a babies cry, <br />and still in truth not shown <br /> we strive to live alone, <br />people of fate not found <br /> press forward to the unknown bound. <br /> <br />To scan clouded skies <br /> for signs of life, <br />running the world always <br /> by law of knife, <br />hoping each day <br /> will bring forgetful peace, <br />but never trying <br /> to make war cease. <br /> <br />Yellow train runs on might <br /> into winds of unknown plight, <br />the long pursuit of a road <br /> that leads to glory with a load, <br />mirror reversal shows a lie <br /> world of no avail to wishful cry, <br />yellow train glides on its way <br /> seeks the whim for a brand new day.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-train/
