Between my two ears is a station
For trains of thought
Coming and going throughout the day
Some stay longer than others
Some come on a recurring basis
Most are random
These aren’t your normal trains, huffing and puffing
They are silent yet imbued with life
Glowing with all types of colors
In the station they reside, inviting exploration
Then in the dead of night, they depart
Fading, only to later return from oblivion
And so the station is unmoving, yet ever changing
Growing as these trains are housed
I can only hope for one of unfathomable proportions
With trains everywhere whizzing back and forth
In flashes of color
And in their brilliance
Forming a great rainbow station
Erik's Poetry 