The Train In The Night Sky Poem by Robert Rittel

The big lunic wheel is a part of the celestial train,
rolling delightful across the splendid night and the emotional brain.
The mind the paintbrush of the soul with hues of light and shade,
subtle motions in vain from long ago do not hesitate.
Images by words and phrases like sculptures are the ponderous train,
taken the edge of the light, where the shadow touches constrain.
Faces in serenity and people did hurt in moments to refrain.
While the canvas of pretence echoes from the youth,
some subtle slumber chained the illusion never revealed the truth.
Those fake smiles, promises and the disappointing tears,
the shadow images collected over the years.
Words of love never meaningful spoken,
little cheerful hearts then broken.
As memories in images still chasing,
the heartbeat in righteousness starts racing.
The purity of light wants to turn the music of facts,
clearing the attachments of fears to change the impact.
The Moon train in tender light takes you to that unique dwelling place,
the enlighten visions towards the station of divine grace.
While echoes from those far off thoughts creating tears gently rolls,
whispers and longing can see the destination of the kingdom of souls.