The Railway

It is as if A train runs through my head and then I’m feeling all it’s wheels upon the track of love instead The engine full of steam blows out my eyes The fog of love so what I see of fear is faint the route is clear It is as if supposed verse would reassure the last or first myself within the wilderness the wild found your love It is this love the truth without a hitch but hooked upon your face and hands and wit I keep your love inside my old sweet red cabosse