Last Train (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Last Train
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Watch and feel the soul moving on
Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain playing like the sound of love coming down Midnight wishes are here like mourning rain Took my soul lost in her lonesome traveling train Shadows scream up to the dying sky I think I heard my lovers dead soul cry If you be the willow that lives in the glen trivial is the wind tried and true a talking friend Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Cover the grasses with her artful lies taste the candy in her eyes open up your heart long enough to watch it as it all dies Not a question of virtue left in the lingering sun brightly sighing everybody is on the run fearing touches of the great voice lying Come and the hear the music as it sings to my brain Cover the wisdom of a merciful God give the horse his freedom with a nod Love slips into the belly of the beast a victim of bad choices now the sacrifice the feast Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Shadows scream up to the dying sky I heard my dead soul mate scream then cry Death drops a watchful note in the glen Open haunting thrills trees a talking friend Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Dry blood over the grasses with her lies opens black heart to a soul that never dies A questioned virtue left in the sun Dry grapes everybody is on the run Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Discover the wisdom of a mercy driven God give the six horses their freedom with a nod Please hold and love every child that you see keep that as a memory a special gift for me Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Wild continues to be a trying part of life Cold is the blade that rules totally our life Winter is long and summer but a dream Long is the rifle (instrument of distraction) short is the stream Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Want is the need of the man Lovers are victims of their faith and stand Fall is free in the night wind crying to the trees spirit reaches and floats on the evening breeze Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Will you take me as I am will you believe in the values for which I stand Can't you see, call me the last of hope to see Feel it, cold is the grave warm is the tree Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain Linger in the shadows with me We are the lovers of time and will I am your Jack you are my Jill Heard a preacher begging for my worthless soul Told me he could save me but it would take all my gold Linger in the shadows with me Left her in tears gave the bit of little love for her many fears as the night sky left me alone guitar will sing me to home on her tears Answers are but in hope it is a long and slippery slope wishes that bring us back love is the story told Linger in the shadows with me I will never look to see the reflection known as me laugh to the river sing to the moon love is never free Come and hear the music as it sings to my brain wishes are here like a mourning rain a new pain Linger in the shadows with me Last train to heaven the 8:03 silver needle to the brain spoon and candle flame good book in my right hand

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 1, 2005

Your lines are just like a train, parading one after another. It's like you have taken your audience on a train ride. Many great lines here with well-crafted rhythm and rhymes, and it flows very well. I only wish I could write like this.

Great job indeed!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Wow quite a lingering brain train trip you took me on...with imagery music to my ear!!

Where do you get your inspiration to just go on and on and follow through....a magnificent talent you have for sure!!

Very well written Walter!!

Love Tinka