Have You Ever Felt The Touch Of Passion Passing By by ShyHeart

Have you ever laid alone in the early morning hours
Heard the last train passing through the city; its whistle sounds like good-bye
Such a lonely sound, have you ever felt the touch of passion
No flesh was consumed, no cry was heard, just the touch of love

Have you ever heard, the sound of the last train
Passing through your city, have you felt the moon-light
Have you loved, as I love you to night, hear the train pass by
Go back to sleep, hear the last train say good-night

Have You Ever Felt The Touch Of Passion Passing By

Rick (4.253.84.1) -- Friday, November 11 2005, 06:19 pm

Have You Ever Felt The Touch Of Passion Passing By
Once in my youth.
I was a passenger on the last train.
The whistling sound still echoes in my mind.

Martin Vann (4.227.98.129) -- Saturday, November 12 2005, 09:20 pm

The Last Train, Is A Ghost In Our Heart
Rick,

You are why poets write to share, what others can see, feel, touch and hear, like the last train going through the city or the country side. Thaks, Rick for making my words true and I pray, one day, you will board that train, it is said, Time takes care of everything, be it a dream or real! Thanks, Rick, I know what you feel.

MV

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