The Dream Train

There's a train that comes by often,
A muse who calls to me,
"Come hop aboard, forget your work,
Let's see what we can see!"

"No ticket will be needed,
No carry-on", says she;
”Only thoughts will be collected,
And dreams can travel free."

It picks me up at random,
While my mind is caught off guard,
Floating on a piece of music,
Or wandering through the yard.

It leaves at no particular time
And often takes detours,
There's food for thought in the dining car,
Where imagination stirs;

Travelling in my private car,
Alone, I ride along,
Oblivious to the outside world,
Lost in my own song,

So quiet is the engine,
You can miss time passing through,
Till you wake - the ride is over,
And a dream steps off with you!
Edie Batstone