Lights flashing through the trees, the sky
Dark melancholy blue;
Racing through clouds with starry eyes,
Linked to the train, the moon
Stares down at me,
Unblinkingly,
By the window-rush-of-breeze;
Mesmerized by silver moonbeams,
And the festive lanterns spitting
Green-blue intermittent gleams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wonderful imagery. So often I have felt blown away by the sound of lonely train whistles and the clackety-clack of wheels on the rails as a train passed through West Columbia writing its own poem to the night. Thank you for this one. Regards, Sandra Fowler