|
| |
Bullet Train
A steel serpent sleek and swift and bright,
slices through landscapes, day dissolves to night.
No patient plod, no rhythmic rolling sway,
but driven power that commands the day.
A blur of motion where the fields fly past,
a fleeting glimpse of moments built to last.
The city's edge, a distant fading gleam,
as miles are swallowed in a waking dream.
A human current flowing swift and deep,
where time surrenders secrets it will keep.
The silent hum, a lullaby of speed,
a modern marvel fulfilling every need.
No smoke-filled clouds, no soot upon the breeze,
but clean precision meant to bring us ease.
A metal whisper on a ribboned track,
a future rushing, there's no turning back.
The distant mountains rise and then recede,
a fleeting canvas planted as we speed.
A moment's pause in stations bright and grand,
a fleeting touch of far-off promised land.
To bridge the distances that once seemed vast,
a metal arrow where futures are amassed.
A thought takes flight on tracks that know no end,
a bullet train's journey where worlds transcend.
©bfa032725
Copyright ©
Bernard F. Asuncion
|
|