I saw this figure in my dream.
Clear but foggy or so it seemed;
Somewhere, far on an empty old plane;
Ready to leave, a steamy coal train.
I saw her standing in a yellow frilled dress;
Pretty young face worried and distressed.
Unfolded letter, clinched in her hand…
A trip to this station, she couldn’t have planned!
“All aboard!” he shouts very clear!
No one but her is standing near…
“Please ticket master!” she started to cry;
Begging’ly nagging to board, but denied.
Puffing, engines, whistles, blowing…
Moving coal train slowly starts growing!
Pain on her face, eyes filled with confusion.
Discolored my dream, I’m left in delusion?
Awoken by fear, my mind was debating;