A Dream I Thought Not a Dream

was it the sound of rain
each drop seperated by time
in an uneven beat
as they patted on my cloth umbrella
in excitement, walking towards
the huge doors of Union Station
in Downtown L.A.

Once inside, it was straight
to the wooden benches
no lines to wait in
my Grandpa worked for the Railroad

I don’t recall the destination
for me, as a child
it was the journey
two days and two nights
i could hardly wait
in my mind, i had already reserved
my seat in the diner
next to the window of course

At once, a loud voice
echoed through out the large
cavernous interior
amplified by walls of marble
I was here, in a scene
I only saw in two tone movies
where famous people
and actors of Hollywood
pushed passed each other
dragging large velises of burlap and leather

Oh! it’s time to go and out we went
unfolding our umbrellas one more time
as we looked at the beautiful metal cars
and people scurrying
looking at their tickets
and back at the metal cars
locating their number

A dream of a lifetime
that i thought not a dream
until that moment
as I pulled myself up the step
closing my umbrella
the bell was clanging
as the whistle blew and
a voice, so beautiful sang
a song of two words
‘Aaaaaall Aabooooaaaaard!’
Yes, they really use to do that

Oh, what memories
your images have brought me
as if it were your hand I held
walking through the metal car
and my heart skipped a beat
when slowly, the steel was rolling
This was not like
the buses in the city
we would not be stopping
at the next corner

I sat down in my seat
and looked out the window
waving to strangers in the rain

The sun was setting
as we wound through cities
I did not recognize
not even my own
Music played softly in the diner
as we took our seats
By now, everything and everyone
were like a huge orchestra
being conducted by the rythym
of ‘clackity clack, clack, clackity…’
Even the candles
their flames seemed to dance
while gobblets clinked
and silverware
were removed from their napkins

Yes please, was my answer
when the porter asked
if I needed an extra blanket
and I stared into his eyes
as he quietly sang me a song
and though it was strange
that the words started off
in sadness
his eyes shut tight
as I fell into a sleep
to a song that ended in
freedom and joy

Oh, what memories
your images have brought me
as if it were your hand I held
walking through the metal car
and my heart skipped a beat
when slowly, the steel was rolling

A Dream I Thought Not a Dream

Carlos Solorza

Joined October 2007

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A few minutes before these words were put on paper, i saw the images Jersy Girl and Passenger Car by Dana DiPasquale. They brought to me such vivid memories, that i just felt to share them.

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