These are words I wrote on the train, put to Gurdonark’s Charles The Cat, along with source track audio I recorded from Union Station.

The Pilgrim

I am boarding the train
Tons of metal on shiny rails
bells chiming and brakes sighing
and the passengers all lined up to ride

What is the mystic captured of the blowing horn?
How does the glinting track hold it’s tongue?
Who will carry on this human majesty?
My time here is ending

I watched the landscape slide by effortlessly
the engine burning with powerful strokes
and the ticket man checks me in
I am switched on to perceive my own meaning

my train take me to a new past
future memories await at the end of the line
a merchant ship pretends to set sail
for shores once untamed and distant

a beautiful young girl awaits
heart beating with anticipation
she makes poetry out of history
and a proud father out of me

outside the world turns
inside a stillness
perception is relative
i am alone in my observation
though the seats are filling up for destinations unknown

i see in every heart there is a train
rolling on wheels of emotion
powered by desire
looking forward to expectation

my train rolls on to love
my train sees a smiling face
my train makes magic on the platform of my mind
promising priceless experiences
singing songs of freedom
filled with a white hope under cloudless skies
waves breaking on sunbleached time
I sing silently for each mile
as I make my way to her.