The Only Car ALight

note:   

2:18 AM, September

 I savoured long-hand Writing like never before. 

I do so often, 

but I feel the Goddess inside the Poem

  may hold extra Gold...

 

The Only Car ALight

Have you ever sipped wine with your Muse on a train?

Iridescent, amorphous Cloud-Creatures kiss her eyes.

She floats, oblivious to the blinding stormy noise of the train.

She awaits her Muse…

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I met Her inside my Writing.

I boarded a train whose distant, lonely whistle I Nightly hear.

I let myself go...

I smiled at the  fear

til I could see him no more

He became a Stormy petulant Cloud passing...

She arrived on the 2:00 AM Train,

as longhand, I wrote,

in my beloved, spiral-bound notebook.

Her bejeweled right wrist dripped a lacy purple rose,

Ornate delicacy; her clothes fed my mind delicious delight!

I could see her on the silvery silent screen,

My Mind's Theatre, Live!

Her left hand

uncannily clutched
a notebook identical to my own.

She stepped halfway down on dainty bare toes,

offered me a hand,

invited me to dine.

Have you ever sipped wine with your Muse on a train?

She showed me the Secret of One Car aLight...

She & I sipped dark moody old cheer,

Giggled adolescent plots, our Cincinnatti Winters,
 giddy star-beam-ed teenagers…

Her voice purred,
like an eternal 1918 kitten.
Had my MInd forgotten what my Soul recalled? -
I was her playmate, then and now!

She claimed to hold no secrets,

but I cannot believe her;
 reflections of her thoughts fill

this perpetual Theatre, a' shine in my mind,

I hear the picture-house's orchestrated drama;
I see her mouth, exaggerated angst in play - 

She propels me straight to my other Times.

I pray she returns ToNight.

If I wear the right garments,
will she confide in me more?
Shall I sing to her, intone soft sisterly caresses;
  project rainbowed Lights
in the dusty attic - voice I've gleamed?

Shall I beseech the Moon?

Hot Cloud Islands dance incandescence
 'round Luna's
funny little face
Please show me, mi'Lady...
the path to find you once more -
I’d gift you my Soul for another audience
but I doubt you'd accept,
as you are a Kind One,
My Lady Muse,
with your huge, dark eyes,
heavy diamonds in ancient kohl;
Please show me how to find you,
elusive. exquisite, divine one,
so I can know more...

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I await you, again, my Muse-on-a-Train,

my Notebook to my Heart.

Will you Gift me your smile,

invite me once more to your frothy, floaty, bloody Dark wine,

in TheOnlyCarAlight?

I follow your footsteps...follow...follow...silent, my bare feet...
ssshhhh...

Think I hear the train whistle, foggy platform, frigid Air,
I hear it! She's coming!
? 
The Train's coming! Train! Train! Train!
I am an excited child, then, always and again.
 
My naked fingers play chords upon
the Moon's Shine in my eyes

Dusty late October Night

Waves whispy Windied finger,

glints Gold in and out of sight

I think I see her in the Mist!

Faint Light traces shapes: her tiny silky feet.

Here is where she boarded!

My feet seek her faery slippers’ shapes in the…

Snow... You've  shrouded the ground!

Mother- how I weep!

Have you ever sipped wine with your Muse on a train?