Dream trains


I wake up to the sound of trains

Moving through the valley below

Horns sounding off the low cliffs

Like the distant voices

Lingering from my dreams,

Urgent messages from that other world

Urging me to return,

Knowing the real danger

Isnít in a sweat-filled dreamscape

But in the day to day living

Where snakes and spiders crawl,

I ache for the touch of spirits

Whose soft kisses still linger

On my tear-streaked cheeks,

Their breath clinging to me

Like a protective cloak,

Guarding me against those things

I know I must face upon waking,

Like a slick second skin

I wear beneath my clothing,

The train moves on

Lost in the ether of the real world

My ticket stuff expired

Until sleep greets me again.

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