There's a Train

There’s a train.

Do you hear it in the rain?

Do you hear the sound of its call?

There’s a train.

Can you hear it through the storm?

Can you feel the pounding, the shaking of the earth?

There’s a train.

There’s a train.

Can you feel the rhythm?

Can you feel the beating of it in your heart?

There’s a train.

Do you feel like dancing?

Do you feel like dancing in the rain?

Dancing with the train?

There’s a train.

Can you hear it?

Can you feel it?

There’s a train.

The wind is blowing, it dances with the rain.

It’s speaking to the rain.

They are talking about the train.

They do not know where it is going.

But they feel the rhythm.

They feel the beat.

They would be tapping, if they had feet.

There’s a train.

It’s racing in the rain.

The train is racing, it’s raging.

There’s a train.

There’s a train, in my heart, it doesn’t stop, not for a soul.

There’s a train, in my heart, it races on, and it never stops.

It does not sleep, it keeps awake.

It does not shiver.

It does not shake.

Even when the rain falls, and the wind calls, the train keeps on, the train keeps strong.

There’s a train, in my heart, and it doesn’t know where to start, it never stops.

There’s a train.

There’s a train.

It’s in my heart, it travels on, it keeps strong.

It travels to my soul, oh yes, that is where it does go.

It goes to my soul, the train in my heart.

It rages on, even as the wind howls and the rain falls.

The train lets out a call, and it goes on.

It never stops, it always keeps strong, the train in my soul.

It knows where to go.

Reviews

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

You tend to repeat / refrain a lot in your poems. This is the one for me it really works in though and I loved it.

[Rachel Joyful]

Thank you for your review!!