There Are Some Dreams Poem by Smoky Hoss

It's been so long since
I've heard a distant train whistle blow,
so long since
I thought I knew what I know -
Last night I dreamed
of old trains and old roads,
of traveling light and
carrying no loads -
In the depth of the dream I saw
a place I'd never before been, but
before I could arrive
darkness set in -
Obscured I became
lost, realizing,
some dreams require
a high cost -
Still, there are some roads
a man must follow, if only,
to keep the dreams
from becoming pointless, empty and hollow -
There are, of course, some dreams
I wish I had never known, some hopes,
that I had never
been shown … but …
watching the sun set tonight
I ponder old, old dreams, longing,
in the waning light, to discover
just what they might mean -
Quiet and alone I sit
watching the light slowly go,
while off in the distance, faintly
I hear, a lonesome train whistle blow …