MIDNIGHT TRAIN

 

By Eniola Olufemi

             I've heard of crossing the bar

 and visions of being on the wrong side of the grass

           The reaper sharpens its scythe

ready to catch souls who float up with daisies 

            I've thought of a one way ticket

    that takes you across the rainbow bridge 

     Grey heads with coins in their eyes

take turns on their path to eternal freedom

     Young bloods who were caught up 

too early thinks its a path to the wasteland 

     They wear wooden kimonos

and yet so light to float across a tunnel 

 

       Have you ever wondered how 

  light flashes on and off before your eyes

      You're certainly not Jackson,

  but you do the moonwalk back and forth 

      They say death is a path to life

For me, death is beauty, It's change, it's freedom