a train whistles at every crossing
a dream for every soul
floating from car to car
every dreamer, a shadow
dreaming their own dream
visionaries dreaming of truth
envisioning illusory remembrances
never understanding
upon awakening
midnight train to cheyenne
sharing the ride with dreamers
stretching along the track
long and winding path
over rolling hills and plains
under the open sky
around arroyos and bluffs
white chalked buttes
puffed up silhouettes
in starlit cabins, tepee forms
cottonwoods line dried river beds
painted horizons
stretching to eternity
midnight train to cheyenne
ancient ghosts moving
from car to car
opening doors to cross
entering fertile portals
where souls gather
every dreamer a lost soul
all ancient shadows
lingering, dreaming
midnight train to cheyenne
laughing, mumbling, uttering
revelations tumbling
dreamers sleeping in corners
ancient ghosts haunt them
an owl hoots prophecies
riders cross the sage
mountain lions hide
upon pale rocks
dreamers ride the train
all ancient shadows
When I saw this title, I knew I'd like to see what your seeing in this poem. Eerie and full of Ancient Ghosts but I still enjoyed that lone train ride through the darkening past...classically you.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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