Fractured Thoughts And A Broken Typewriter

On a tranquil lucid night Inside this tiny shack of Halloween pumpkin light With slumberous cats purring from bathroom cupboards Entwined in spare sheets A train hoots lonely to the night and moon Chugging tirelessly across this forlorn city Vancouver Carrying the wind in its wake and giving it voice It goes shhhhhhhhh…. Lulling me to sleep and dreams Of travels across slender snaky mountain roads, On starry chilly nights across golden fields and plains With sky that stretches forever And lightening flows spontaneous and free, To vast pine covered forests That hug the winding roads To nowhere Ontario I sink deeper into this time suspension The train whistle dying inside the thick fog With esoteric fading dreams