Rails Of Love Poem by Yorktown Disciple

I climbed aboard a dream
Seating myself on little trust,
My soul began to slowly move
Across rails of love strung over dust.

I crossed a desert within my mind,
Saw a cactus existing on hate.
The heat became so intense
My mirage of love was left to fate.

My train of love rumbled on,
Passing corruption no man can deny,
Passing trestles of ignorance stretching
Valleys of death where foolish men lie.

I became impoverished by scalped ideas,
Struck dumb by the whistles blow.
I plowed through regions of terror,
As my stolid ideas froze in snow.

Oh, blood thirsty is this train,
It sucks the living dry.
My essence supplies the fuel it burns-
I will give until I die.

So I leave you now - in a dream -
Never to return due to the strain:
If I must ride this train of love,
Dreaming will help me stand the pain.