While the fog shifts
And the stars lift
Think me on that train
That curls around the winding track
And leaves behind a whistled soundtrack
A fading song in the still of the night
To tuck you in and keep you tight
Til in my arms again
Think me on that train
Through the Clinch hillside
Where you reside
Think me on that train
It's huffing lullabies just a quick goodbye
To the summer sky and her winking eye
As I gather suitcases full of dreams
I trade my blues for your evergreens
Think me in that train
I love the imagery of this poem. It is both an actual train ride with the details of train travel vividly evoked, but the images of real train travel dovetails delightfully with with love's longing, if not its impatience. The complicated imagery at the end is wonderfully sustained, namely, AS I GATHER SUITCASES FULL OF DREAMS, I'LL TRADE MY BLUES FOR YOUR EVERGREENS.It's just words on paper, but so is a peace treaty which brings renewed life to whole populations. Your words bring renewal one person at a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Think me on that train, to watch hillside and many more green and pure. Nice poem on sharing. Thanks