By: Amoureax Amant
In train all seats were taken, all of seats,
I stood on aisle observing starry streats,
all streats with red and orange neon lights,
all lights drew night naked as in daylights.
Train wept roaring far from next one station,
running along railway down next station,
through farms there frogs and birds sang for lovers,
and plains there cows and sheeps watched visitors.
In train mother hooked kid to have sweet dream,
holding kid with both arms under moon beam,
moon beam shined through window into the train,
perhaps someone thought of someone on plain.
All folks in train dreamed of hometown or sight,
train brought dreams real world when cloud kissed sunlight.